A few months before our wedding, Dylan showed me a viral video: a groom playfully dropping his bride into a pool during their photo shoot. He laughed like it was the funniest thing he’d ever seen.
“Can you imagine doing that at our wedding?” he asked, still chuckling.
I didn’t laugh. I looked him in the eye and said, “If you ever do that to me, I’ll walk away. I mean it.”
He wrapped an arm around me, kissed my forehead, and promised, “I’d never do that to you. Don’t worry, Claire.”
I believed him.
Our wedding day arrived, and it was everything I had dreamed of—elegant, heartfelt, and surrounded by the people who mattered most. I wore a custom-designed gown I had spent months perfecting. My father, Phillip, held my hand tightly before walking me down the aisle. The air smelled of peonies, and there was a quiet sense of joy everywhere.
The venue included a picturesque pool just beyond the garden terrace. During a break between the ceremony and the reception, our photographer suggested some romantic portraits near the water. Dylan leaned in, smiled, and whispered, “You trust me, right?”
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