“Yeah,” I say, managing a half-smile.“Let’s get you married.”
The ceremony setup is perfect—whitechairs arranged in neat rows facing the lake, an archway of flowers where Nick and Kat will make their promises.About thirty people, just like they wanted.
Something intimate, something real.
Nick and I take our spots, and somehow I’m the one who’s nervous.He looks like he’s got steel running through his veins—steady, calm, ready.
Me?
My palms won’t stop sweating, and my heart’s doing this uneven, traitorous thing in my chest.Maybe because, for the first time, I’m watching someone I love get the thing they deserve—real happiness.
And it hits me how fragile good things are.
How fast they can vanish.
Then the music starts.
An acoustic version of“Can’t Help Falling in Love.”fills the space.And the whole fucking world holds its breath.
Because there’s Nora.
Walking down the aisle like the universe finally decided to show off.Midnight blue silk clings and flows like water around her legs, catching the light in ways I swear defy physics.
Her hair’s pulled up, exposing the elegant line of her neck, the curve of her shoulders—and I feel it like a punch.A good one.
The kind that steals the air from your lungs.
But it’s not the dress.
It’s not the hair.
It’sher.
The way she moves—calm, sure, like she’s stepping into a moment she already knows is hers.
And then her eyes find mine.
Not by accident.
Not a glance.
A choice.
A quiet, steady, deliberate choosing.
Everything else blurs—the guests, the music, even Nick beside me.It all dissolves like background static.All that’s left is her, walking toward me with this small, secret smile that hits deeper than any kiss ever has.
Time stops.
Or maybe it stretches—slow and soft—just so I can feel every second of her coming toward me.
The sunlight catching in the strands of her hair.The warmth in her eyes feels like a hand around my ribs, pulling me closer without touching me at all.
And in that moment, it’s painfully, beautifully clear: I’m hers.
Completely.
Hopelessly.
