“Right here. Right now.” I tugged him toward the front door. Just as I was about to pull it open, a middle-aged man in a tuxedo stepped out, his bright smile aimed in our direction.
“Good evening, gentlemen. I trust your flight went smoothly, as well as your trip to the licensing bureau?”
“It did, yes. Thank you. You must be Wilson?”
“That’s right, and you are Mr. O’Neil Winchester?”
Theo chuckled, more than aware that everyone in the country knew who I was, especially if they were expecting me to arrive.
“That’s right. I hope we aren’t putting you out too?—”
“Not at all,” Wilson interrupted. But the pure happiness radiating off the man told me that he had no problem with shutting his venue down for us tonight. My hefty offer to book out the place would more than make up for any lost revenue he might incur.
“We appreciate that. The pictures I saw online of the Glass Gardens chapel were beautiful.” Especially since this was a last minute, spur-of-the-moment, where-the-hell-can-we-even-do-this kind of venue.
“Oh, just wait until you see it in person. Are you ready to head straight inside, or would you like a private room to maybe reflect?—”
“We’re ready,” Theo said, squeezing my hand, and I nodded.
“Perfect. We’ve got a selection of songs for you to choose from for the ceremony if you’d like?”
I arched a brow at Theo, who shrugged.
“I’m good with anything,” he said.
A song popped into my mind then, and I had no idea why, but suddenly it felt like the right choice.Ifit was available.
Then again, I’d learned over the years that anything was possible for the right price.
“I’ll take care of this one,” I said, lifting Theo’s chin and kissing those sweet lips. “Why don’t you go wait for me?”
“You better not be running out on me. ’Cause I’d find you…”
I grinned and stole another kiss. “You’ll never have to.”
There was nothing I wanted more than to wake up to his handsome face day after day, year after year, and if being apart for a few days had told me anything, it was that. He’d never have to search for me, because I’d always be there. That was a promiseI could make, and so easily I wondered how it had taken me so long to see it.
I followed Wilson to choose the music, speaking with him quietly so Theo wouldn’t overhear, and I had to respect the fact that the guy didn’t react when I told him what I wanted.
Maybe he’d just seen it all at this point, and my request wasn’ttooover the top. After all, we weren’t inviting dead celebrity impersonators to officiate.
After finding what I wanted, Wilson led me to a door to wait before directing Theo around the corner out of view.
“I’ll just get the cameras set up and we’ll begin,” he said.
Those words, and the fact that I could no longer see Theo, had a ripple of emotion surging through me.
Holy shit.I was about to getmarried. In a few minutes, Theo would be my husband, and it was so wild to think about that my brain could barely comprehend it. But it felt so right—the peace and contentment I felt, the pride in knowing who I would have walking beside me as my life partner. The thrill of finally finding my person. The man I knew would stand beside me, choose me over anything that came our way, the same way I would.
This was what it felt like to find the one.
And I was more than ready to marry Theodore Rinaldi.
The door in front of me opened, an older woman smiling at me as she gestured me inside. The soft sounds of a violin echoed through the small chapel as I walked inside, buttoning my suit jacket and heading to the front of the altar, where Wilson waited. It felt like our own private sanctuary, the light in the room coming from the stunning overhead chandelier that had been set to low and the many candles and tealights that were interspersed between elegant bouquets of red roses.
It was perfect. Passionate and bold, romantic and incredibly intimate. My stomach flipped as I turned to face the aisle and realized Theo would be walking down it any second. Theanticipation was almost too much to take, my heartbeat kicking up so fast I hoped I wouldn’t pass out before he walked in.
Then he was there, filling the doorway, illuminated by the light behind him like the miracle he was—and holy hell, how did anyone do this with others watching?
