The brides looked beautiful and so completely in love that she choked back a tear. She wiped her eyes, conscious Pela’s eyes were on her. Savannah smiled at her ruefully. Lord, she’d faced the worst demons without flinching, yet here she was wallowing in sentimentality. Pela squeezed her hand fondly and whispered, “You’re an old softy, love.” “I know. Can’t help it,” she murmured.
