Chapter 137 "It's My Life” Iii

• Ally’s [POV]
• The air was crisp, and the wind fluttered the curls cascading down my back. The lace of my veil lifted and settled around my shoulders to brush my arms. Fingertip length. All the things I’d learned about weddings had gone in one ear and out the other, other than a little of the background on my veil. The piece offered a touch of the traditional. As did the empire cut of the gown that hid some of the swells of my belly.
• I slid my hand over the bump growing larger every day. February was coming like a freight train and so here I was…getting married on the first of October.