When the song ended, Rowan collapsed back into his chair, out of breath but smiling.
“Was it good enough?” he whispered, voice raw.
I knelt beside him. “It was everything.”
“I was wrong,” she said quietly. “And I almost made you doubt something real.” Her voice broke. “I’m so sorry, Mikayla.”
He nodded, and I saw relief on his face.
Later, after everyone had left, Rowan and I sat on our bed, shoes kicked off, wedding clothes wrinkled.
“It was everything.”
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