Lincoln Winter’s wedding night did not go the way anybody planned

Two broken ribs and a bruised shoulder under a rented tuxedo. Megan re-taped him in a men’s room at four o’clock so his mother wouldn’t find out. The entire wedding party spent four hours quietly keeping him from lifting anything, and it took Skye until the eleventh time to notice.

And at eleven that night she walked out across her own back lawn in a white lace dress, a crystal crown, and a pair of barn boots, because her husband asked her for ten minutes.

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