If the office had taught Willow how to move forward, the wedding taught her how to pause.
Planning did not descend on her in a rush or a blur the way she had once imagined it might. It arrived gradually, threading itself through her days instead of demanding to dominate them. Lorrylne handled logistics with calm authority, but she never pushed Willow past what felt right. She noticed when Willow leaned in and when she hesitated, adjusting the pace without comment, without pressure.
They met planners who spoke in timelines and contingencies, people who measured success in efficiency and control. Willow listened, nodded, asked questions, but certainty alone no longer impressed her. She was not looking to be dazzled or managed.
She wanted ease.She wanted warmth.She wanted something that did not require her to rise to it, but allowed her to arrive as she was.
