“Why did he think Dad was going to get invited?” Nicholas asks.
“Because he’s insane. Dad promised to introduce Luce to a plastic surgeon for a boob job.”
My brothers make a face.
“God only knows what he would’ve promised this time if I’d been dumb enough to invite him.”
“A ride on a cock cannon,” Huxley says. “He told me the next son of his to invite him to the wedding will get to ride a cock cannon.”
“Awhat?” Aspen says.
I shake my head. “You really don’t want to know.”
Griffin checks his phone. “It’s time.”
Yuna walks toward the piano with a wink. She’s in a pale lavender dress and matching shoes. An iolite earring and necklace set from the Sebastian Peery launch sparkles on her ears and throat. I didn’t know until we were trying to decide on music that she went to the Curtis Institute of Music, and she’s volunteered to play at our ceremony.
Yuna hits the familiar notes from “Here Comes the Bride.” Since Roderick’s in jail—not that he would’ve been asked to attend under any circumstances—Matthias walks Luce down the aisle.
Holy shit.My heart nearly bursts at the sight of my bride. Little diamonds twinkle like countless stars on her ivory chiffon and silk dress as she approaches. Under the thin veil she’s smiling, her blue eyes on me.
As she closes the gap between us with each step, my heart pounds faster, anticipation building unbearably.
When she’s finally within arm’s reach, I extend a hand. She lays hers on it, and I close my fingers.
Mine. My future. My wife.
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