And nothing has ever made me happier.
Epilogue
NICK
APRIL
Ihop up the steps of the dance studio, reaching to pull the door open until someone steps out and stops me.
“Sorry, but where do you think you’re going?” Eve asks, her voice flat and irritated. She’s wearing a pale blue dress that grazes the ground while her hair is pulled back into a fancy looking updo.
“Uhh, inside to talk to my wife?” I ask, confused.
“No, you’re not. You can’t see the bride before she walks down the aisle. It’s bad luck.” She crosses her arms in front of her to show me she’s serious.
“Eve, I’ve already seen her. Every day actually for the last six months since we’ve been, ya know, married?”
“Sorry, buddy. The clock resets the day of the wedding. You don’t get to see her.”
“But we’ve alreadyhada wedding,” I argue.
“Yeah, but none of us were there to see it,” she snaps. “You stole her away for a weekend and got married without any of us there, which I’m still pissed about.”
“You’re normally pissed at me for some reason,” I sigh.
“That’s because you make me want to use my paring knife to?—”
She stops talking when Belle slips out from inside the dance studio.
“Hi, Nick.” She greets me with a cheerful smile and bubbly disposition. She’s wearing a similar pale blue dress as Eve.
“Hi, Belle, you look beautiful today,” I compliment.
“Wow, didn’t compliment me. That’s fine,” Eve mutters under her breath. I turn to glare at her before Belle speaks again.
“Hey, have you seen Chris anywhere?” She’s looking at me as she asks. Chris is not only my closest friend in Evergreen but also my best man for our town wedding today.
“Uhh, yeah, he’s over there on the phone.” I look out across the square and point to where he’s standing.
“Perfect, I’ll be right back.” She shoots the two of us a smile before taking off down the steps.
Turning around, I see Eve is still standing there blocking my way.
“Come on, Eve. Just one minute.”
“No, not even fifteen seconds. You’ll see her in an hour as she’s walking down the aisle. Why do you have to see her right now?”
“Can a man not just want to see his wife?”
She scowls at me and rolls her eyes. “I guess that’s a good enough reason. Stay there. If you try to come in?—”
“Yeah, yeah, the paring knife, I get it.” I stop her and raise my hand. She slips back inside and a moment later, Noelle is sliding her head out the door.
“Hey, you. Wow, you look handsome.”
“I would tell you you look beautiful but I can’t see muchof you,” I comment. She’s standing with the door only open wide enough so I can see her face.
“Eve is being very weird about this ‘not seeing the bride before the ceremony’ thing. I feel bad she wasn’t there when we got married the first time, so I’m playing along.”
