267 Against Tradition

- RORY -

Despite Raya's teasing, I don't want to end up having to change into the second dress. I just bought that one in case of an emergency. I've already told Luciano that once I'm dressed, he's not allowed to see me until I'm walking down that aisle. 

There's an Italian tradition, I'm told, where the bride arrives at the big, beautifully ornate church in an antique convertible. Typically, the bride—me—would only be riding with her father. Instead, I insisted that Raya come, too. 

I don't want to be alone in the car with Dad. I don't want Patricia to try pushing her way in. I need a calm before the storm, and Raya is that calm. She always has been. 

"You look so breathtaking, Rory." My beautiful sister is sitting next to me and Dad is up front with the driver. Raya squeezes my hand and smiles. 

"So do you, Raya. More beautiful than any of the other bridesmaids. You're glowing today."