Leo
My hands and legs were shaking terribly as I stood in the middle of the quiet dressing room.
Every few seconds, I had to take a long, measured breath to keep my chest from tightening. Within less than an hour, I was going to walk down the aisle and marry the love of my life.
The love of my life?
If someone had presented that phrase to me a year ago as a statistical probability for my future, I would have dismissed it as an irrational, scientifically impossible hypothesis.
Me? Having someone to call my own? Having a partner who accepted my biology, my dark family history, and my stubborn nature? I never expected a day would come when I would be standing in a tailored suit, preparing to become someone's husband.
