Winn noticed the slight tremor in Ivy's hands as she adjusted the hem of her gown. "Are you okay?" he asked softly, studying her face as if he could read every thought behind her calm mask. "Do you want me to send everyone away? We can do this privately, if that'll help."
"No! No, I'm fine," Ivy said too quickly, forcing a bright smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Just nerves." Her fingers brushed against the engagement ring at her wrist.
"You look incredible, Ivy," Winn murmured. He reached out, tracing a loose strand of hair behind her ear, the rough pad of his thumb grazing her jaw. "This feels sort of unreal." His gaze softened.
"Winn, are you sure you want to do this?" she asked, searching his expression for hesitation, some sign that he, too, felt the absurdity of what they were about to do.
"You're the best decision I've made in years, sweetie," he said, kissing her forehead gently.
"Okay then," he said finally, drawing back and offering his arm. "Shall we?"
