#Chapter 249: Something Borrowed

Ella The reception hall was filled with the soft, warm glow of hundreds of candles, and the sound of gentle music filled the space. It really was everything that we had wanted. The wedding planner had outdone herself. “What do you think?” Logan asked, holding my hand as we meandered around the room. “Quite the party, huh?” I couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s putting it lightly,” I said as I took in the beautiful flowers—bright yellow sunflowers and dark red roses, matching my bridal bouquet—and the long strands of streamers hanging from the ceiling. The streamers swayed in the breeze that was coming in through the huge double doors that let out onto a patio, where there was an open bar. Tables were scattered around, laden with all kinds of delectable hors d’oeuvres and chocolate fountains. Just looking at the fragrant food made my mouth water. “Yeah,” Logan said with a laugh, stopping to stab a nearby strawberry with a toothpick. I watched as he held it under the chocolat