Rose watched with a huge smile as the bride and groom said their vows, pledging to love and cherish each other until their deathbed and sealing it with a kiss as soon as the groom lifted his bride's veil.
Rose clapped with a bright smile on her face. It was a wonderful wedding, but at the same time, it was hard not to think of what could have been.
Hers would have been a simple wedding too, perhaps even simpler and smaller than Edna's. She didn't have a lot of family. Her mother was the only child of old parents who had died long before Rose was born, and her father wasn't from Edenville.
Rose didn't have aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces, or nephews like Edna did. So only a few people would have been in attendance and they would be more of Ander's family.
She would have also worn her mother's wedding dress, an old white dress. Rose had always wanted to wear it since she first laid eyes on it when she was only eight.
