I'd always wanted a fancy wedding: a three-tier cake, flowing gown, and hundreds of glowing faces filling the pews. A familiar saying played through my head like a broken record as I cleaned up for the night.
Something old...
"I want to get married in the church I went to as a girl..."
Something new...
"...in a brand-new, pearly-white dress..."
Something borrowed...
"...carrying silk flowers from Elliot and Kathy's wedding."
Something blue...
I opened the bottom drawer of my desk and there it was. The hidden picture of Alex I kept for the lonely nights. Her piercing blue eyes stared at me. She was the missing piece.