Taking place April 20th

And now they were standing together, their closest friends and family members gathered around. A surprisingly large wedding, despite what Shay had said about being lowkey.
Shay was nervous. She could feel her heart in her throat. She focused only on her soon to be husband and not everyone watching. Bearing your heart was hard enough when you were alone.
She was dressed ornately in white and gold, decorated in a short trail and a corset.
Shay had worked and worked on her vows, read them every night until they were ingrained in her head as saying 'hello,' but when she turned, took Fitz's hands in hers, and met his eyes, every word she'd practiced was lost on her tongue.
A second stretched on like a lifetime, and Shay still couldn't recall what she'd meant to say, so she went off the cuff, stuttering at the start of her sentence.
"Fitz," she laughed, airy, and ran a hand through her hair. "I had so much I wanted to say, but I look at you, and it's all lost. There aren't words to describe how deeply I feel for you.
"You are... by far one of the best men I've ever known. You make me want to be a better person; you make me believe I can manage and... and change. With you, I know I have a chance to be the person I want to be, and you'll stand by me, just like you always have."
She looked down to compose herself and breathe a little. Her smile was less strained when she met his eyes a second time.
"I won't lie and say I'm not terrified but with you, now, holding your hand — Let whatever come may. We'll get through it."
She gave his hands a little squeeze.