For the first time in years, I don’t feel awkward or overwhelmed out in public. Breathing is easy and the night feels alive in a rare way. I’m sure I’ll need a few days of recovery, but I wouldn’t trade seeing my family and my husband and family so happy, laughing, and enjoying each other’s company. Even Mr. Collins looks slightly less grumpy than usual.
“I’ll recharge later,” I whisper as the strains of an Elvis hit play through the speakers.
We get up to dance and I fling my arms around Chase. Before I can stop it, the engagement ring goes flying across the room.
“I knew my wedding day was an accident waiting to happen.”
But like the amazing rugby player he was, Freddie catches the ring in his hand. He opens his palm and says, “Thanks for inviting me to your wedding, sis.”
“Thank you for coming to our wedding,” Chase says as we dance.
From the speakers comes the song “Brown Eyed Girl.” Chase spins me around and catches my waist. “Can this be our first dance?”
“I think it’s our second.”
“First time getting married.” His dimple pops.
“Second time dancing.”
“Third time at forever?” he asks.
“Finally.” I beam a smile.
I rest my head against his chest as we sway to the music.
“Will you be my brown-eyed girl?” Chase asks.
“I already am.”
“I love you, Pippa.”
“I love you, Chase.” I kiss him lightly on the lips. “If I’m your brown-eyed girl, you’re my Superman.”
Chase’s lips quirk with a flirtatious smile and I feel like the luckiest girl on earth...and the universe.
