I called Caitlin, who was running things inside. “Hey, how’s it going? I’m about to shower and change for the wedding. Do you need anything before I do?”
“It’s all good here,” she replied. “The dining room is all set up. Chris fixed the camera angle problem. The hospitality rooms are ready. Zach is setting up the outdoor bar, and Miguel is helping him. You were right about him. He’s really good. He hit the ground running from day one. He also made a recommendation for a catering manager to help with events. If we had one, we could have more events like this.”
“Tell him to get me their résumé,” I said. “I’ll look at it after I’ve slept for a week.”
Caitlin laughed. “Yeah, it’s been a hectic week for sure. Go get pretty for your man. I’ll see you later.”
I laughed and said, “Call me if you need anything. I’ll see you later.” I took one last look around and then headed to my cottage. On my way, I texted Jeremy.
Me:How is it going? Has Evan calmed down?
Jeremy:Mostly. I regaled him with memories of our stupid antics at Juilliard. Raphael was rolling on the bed, laughing.
Me:At least they’re laughing. Are you all ready to go?
Jeremy:Almost. I won’t put on my jacket and tie until we’re closer to leaving.
Me:I gotta say, you look damn sexy in a tux.
Warmth filled me as I imagined Jeremy’s shy smile and the blush that would color his cheeks.
Jeremy:Evan is teasing me because I’m blushing.
Me:*cheesy grin emoji*
Jeremy:I’m looking forward to getting out of my tux and getting naked with you.
Me:Not fair. That’s hours away.
Jeremy:*music notesemoji*Anticipation…
Me:Haha.
Jeremy:On a more serious note—pun intended—do you have my envelope for Evan and Raphael?
Me:Yep. It’s on my dresser. I’ll grab it when I head over to the dining room.
Jeremy:Thank you. I’ll see you soon.
Me:I’m looking forward to it.
My thumb hovered over the heart emoji for a moment, then I put my phone in my pocket. That was something that should be said in person the first time.
* * *
Jeremy
Maybe it wasthe wedding and all the talk of love and happily ever after, but I almost typedI love youin my text to Sean. But my conscience chided me.
That wasn’t the first time. I’d been close to saying it a few times over the past couple of weeks. Logic told me it was too soon, but my heart told me it was past time I said something. It would be the first time I said it to any man, and my anxiety spiked even as I thought about it.
I took my place at the piano and began to play “Spring” from Vivaldi’sFour Seasonsas the guests entered and took their seats. Sean sat as close to the piano as he could and gave me a saucy wink when he caught my eye. I absolutely lit up inside at that simple gesture. Yep, I was a sap.
The wedding coordinator walked in and scanned the room. He waited until everyone was seated and gave me a nod. The double doors opened to reveal Evan and Raphael. Evan wore all white—tuxedo, bowtie, shirt, vest, even his shoes. The only spot of color he had on was the crimson bow on his white rose boutonniere. Raphael wore the traditional black tuxedo with a white shirt, black vest, black bowtie, black shoes, and the same boutonniere as Evan.
Tears prickled at the backs of my eyes. I was so happy for Evan. I started to playArrival of the Queen of Shebaby Handel for their entrance, and the guests all rose to greet them. As the closing notes sounded and the guest resumed their seats, it occurred to me that I’d made it through both pieces with only a little bit of anxiety. I rose to stand beside my best friend, filled with the hope that I might finally have my life back.
THIRTY-THREE
