One year later
Elias was sure that he was going to pass out. How could he not? He was about to see Alyssa walking down the aisle toward him any minute now.
Donned in a black suit with a black rose attached to one of the lapels of his suit, he stood on a rooftop in the depths of New York City.
The rooftop had been transformed into the most beautiful wedding venue for that night. String lights looped all around the perimeter, lighting the roof in a golden glow.
White chairs formed rows in front of a small stage, and the aisle was full of black and white rose petals. Everything looked even better than he imagined.
His eyes skimmed over the seats full of people, finding his parents, Cole, and some of his and Alyssa's other friends.
He felt a hand on his shoulder, prompting him to turn and face Tyler, his best man.
"Hey," he greeted Tyler with a nervous smile.
"Ready?" Tyler asked him as he patted Elias' shoulder.
