“Don’t be, my love. Everything will fade away once you walk down that aisle except you and Harrison.” She kisses my cheek.“I’m so proud of the woman you’ve become. Every day, I’m reminded of how honored I am to be your mom.”
“Mom,” I whisper-whine. “I told you no emotional talk yet; I can’t cry.”
She smiles, then points to Becks, who has just made it to the altar.
I’m next.
We’re getting married at a small Gothic-style church in our neighborhood filled with stained glass and maroon velvet cushions on the pews.
It’s so beautiful even John F. Kennedy and Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis were parishioners here.
I glance around the curtain and see Claud and Becks standing to the left and my handsome man to the right.
Of course, his tuxedo was custom and fits his body like a glove. To his side are Sebastian, Nate, Leo, and Jackson.
The music starts, and I suck in a breath. Here we go…
And just like Mom said, the second I step out from the curtain, everything around me fades away, and I zero in on my man, who is standing at the altar with tears in his eyes and a face full of admiration.
“Hi, H…” I whisper.
“Beautiful, Juliette. You look…like a dream.” He shakes his head like he can’t believe his eyes. He takes my hand and puts it to his mouth. “Are you ready to be my wife?”
“More than you can ever imagine.” I smile.
“I, Juliette Caldwell, take you, Harrison Davenport, for my lawful husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, forbetter, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, until death do us part.”
I say my vows proudly while Harrison can’t stand still. Anticipation runs through him. I’ve never seen him so excited that it has me giggling out loud after my vows.
I cover my mouth, embarrassed. “Oh god.” My eyes widen. “Not God.” I cover my face.
“Sorry,” I mumble.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Everyone laughs, including the priest. Harrison’s over-the-top smile as he takes my hands in his calms me.
He repeats his vows, and then the priest says the best part.
“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
Harrison steps forward and cups my cheeks. “I love you,” he whispers for only me to hear, then kisses me with such tenderness that I feel it all the way to my toes.
It’s the most perfect wedding kiss of all time.
He pulls back and smiles softly while everyone in the church cheers loudly.
“Now we celebrate.”
“You have to go over and officially meet Lauren. Otherwise, she’ll bombard you when you least expect it.” Harrison hands me a glass of champagne.
I cringe. “I’m still embarrassed.”
“Too bad I’m not having my wife hide away from the business I own, and soon I want to fuck you over my desk.”
My eyes widen, and I look around to ensure no one heard him. I almost die of embarrassment when I realize my uncle is talking to Becks behind us.
“If Uncle Philip heard, you’re dead meat,” I warn, and he chuckles.
