Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
“This was way more upscale than I was expecting,” Holly says.
“Me too,” Callie chuckles.
“I worried it would be sleazy and disgusting when I came here,” I agree.
Fortunately, Marsha and Charles knew what they were talking about. They’re going to be attending our wedding today, and I couldn’t be happier about that. The two of them are a big reason why Ford and I finally confessed our feelings for each other.
“I still can’t believe he came after you like that,” Holly sighs softly.
“It’s so romantic,” Callie says.
I can’t help smiling. I never imagined when I stepped into the club that night that I would be so happy six months later.
Living with Ford has been like a dream. We take on a few security projects a month, but we only have to work every now and again. The rest of the time I spend working on my art. Lately I’ve been drawing a lot of landscapes. Turns out, I really like sketching the mountains.
Ford has been building a workshop. He says he wants me to have a proper artist’s space. When he’s not outside working, he’s been attending therapy. He joined a group for veterans who talk about their combat experiences. I think it helps him to remember he has a brotherhood around him.
The nightmares are still intense, but they’re getting less frequent, which I think is a good sign. I love him regardless of the post-traumatic stress, but I also want him to find healing. He’s an amazing man, and he deserves peace.
“I can’t believe that we all fell in love with triplets,” Callie says.
“We are lucky,” I agree. I love that Holly and I are so close to Callie. We joke that she’s our third sister and have a group chat together. In it, we tease each other, share funny memes, and make plans to meet up in person together.
After we finish getting ready, it’s time to get married to my groom. I descend the staircase as the long silky train for my wedding dress flows behind me. The sweetheart neckline and petal sleeves keep it cool enough to wear during our summer wedding.
The showroom is the same one where we watched Lucien and Celeste perform that night. Only now the stage is decorated with a beautiful trellis that’s been twined with real ivy and peach roses. Petals are scattered all along the aisle and the benches are filled with our family and friends.
Ford is in front of the trellis, and his brothers are with him. The three of them all look so handsome in their matching tuxedos, and I love the way they keep nudging each other and chuckling quietly. It’s good to see my man laughing.
My mom gives me away, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek before she does. “Be happy with him. You deserve it.”
Ford takes my hand in his, and I feel the familiar zing of attraction. He knows exactly how to turn me on with a look, a touch, or even just a word.
“Behave,” I mouth at him.
He gives me a wink and turns his attention to the officiant who performs the ceremony. Repeating my vows to Ford and having him repeat them back to me feels special and sacred, like we’re the only two people left in the whole world.
When he leans in close to kiss me, hope swells in my heart. This is our new beginning, our beautiful story is entering into a new chapter, one where we’re husband and wife.
After dozens of photos and some good-natured teasing from our family, we finally step onto the dance floor for our first dance as a couple. He pulls me close to his chest. “Do you have any idea how much I adore you?”
I put my head on his chest. “I might have some idea.”
He chuckles, and I feel the rumbling vibration. I’ve never felt happier than I do with his hands pressing me close and the soft hum of contentment that he’s making.
“I’m looking forward to our honeymoon,” I tell him, already thinking of Italy and all the amazing sights we’ve planned to see together.
He doesn’t love the idea of traveling, but he told me he wants me to have the honeymoon of my dreams. My art classes will be part of it too but those are scheduled for the mornings. The rest of the day–and all night–will be ours to spend together as newlyweds.
“We could start it now,” he offers. “I booked the room upstairs, the same one we were in that night.”
I glance up at his handsome face. “Then what are we waiting for?”
My squeal of delight can be heard by all the guests as he scoops me up into his arms and carries me bridal style from the reception and up the stairs to our room. While our guests continue to dance and mingle, I’ll be celebrating the start of my marriage with my big, burly husband.