In the corner, I stitched their names carefully: “Liam & Cassandra, joined by love.” I added a heart from the lace of my old veil, the one Henry lifted on our wedding day with trembling hands.

The stitches weren’t perfect, and my hands ached terribly. But it was real, a piece of our family’s story woven with all the love I could give.

The ceremony was flawless, though Cassandra seemed more focused on the cameras than on Liam. Her dress shimmered like starlight. Liam looked nervous, joyful, and scared all at once, like grooms do when they’re stepping into forever.