Chapter 49: Chapter Forty-Nine
*Brielle’s POV*
What time is it?
Morning?
Still night?
Did I even remember what day of the week it was?
Not a clue.
Then again what could I expect for a couple on their honeymoon?
It was one of those whirlwind weddings, but I would not have had it any other way. The planning, from front to finish, was done and executed within a month of Jonathan’s full recovery. I could not have him hobble down the isle on crutches and then need to take a break half of the way through the ceremony to sit because he was tired and out of breath.
More importantly, I could not have him tired and out of breath for the afterparty and bedroom activities.
I ended up wearing an ivory dress because, if I was honest with everyone and myself, I did not need to wear white. I had lost the quote unquote proper white dress privileges a while ago. Besides, ivory looks better on me anyway.