It could have only been The Junior League of Houston, obviously.
Rachel arrived in gloves. Long ones. Mason looked like he'd been assembled specifically for this room. The bridal party were devastatingly good company — the kind of friends who make a wedding feel like the best night of their lives.
There was a mehndi. There was a church. There was a reception that went considerably longer than anyone's feet could manage. Nobody complained.
This is what it looks like when people who know how to live, get married.
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