Georgia's POV
"Mommy!"
Katie's little voice chimed the moment I stepped into the waiting area, bright and excited enough to melt every last bit of nervousness in me. I turned toward her, instantly smiling. God, she looked adorable.
Her natural curls were bundled into a bouncy ponytail, tied with a dark teal ribbon that matched the sash around her dress. She and Vienna were both in burnt-orange tulle today, warm, autumn-soft, and impossibly cute, like little sunset princesses.
Katie came running toward me, her tiny hands clutching a basket overflowing with orange, yellow, and white petals. The basket was almost as big as her.
"Careful, baby, you might trip," I laughed as I crouched, gathering the skirt of my gown so I could meet her at eye level.
Her eyes widened when she got a closer look at me. "You look so pretty, Mommy…" she whispered, brushing her small fingers against a curl pinned near my cheek.
