I followed the wedding coordinator outside. Brennan had done an incredible job renovating the estate to look like it was straight out of the Tea-Time Britain Era. Every time I came here, more had been done.
It was doing well, too. The ballet having its gala here in the gardens before it was even ready to officially open had gotten him a bunch of bookings. So had us having our foundation Christmas party here and the gala for his dad’s foundation.
Brennan’s dad was here, and the new foundation was going well. The Queen Mum had stepped back from her business and was letting Liam and Troy try to save it, which so far wasn’t going as well as she’d hoped. Especially since Brennan’s dad would get a big chunk of it when the divorce was finalized.
Caroline hadn’t been heard from since she’d spoken up for Brennan’s mom. Riley found her socials, and it looked like she was busy with her pack and kids. Maybe she’d continue to mind her own business and be grateful for what she had.
The wedding coordinator led me to a night-blooming garden with a fountain and benches. No one was there. While family and attendants were here, guests hadn’t started arriving… yet.
But I saw the photographer. She was dressed like one of the attendants, so she’d blend in better, which made sense to me.
I heard footsteps and smelled Evan, who was as nervous as I was.
Turning around, I sucked in a breath. “You look as handsome as the day I met you.” Rushing to him, I kissed him deeply.
“You look amazing. Guess what? Sasha came.” He beamed.
“Good.” I know he’d worried about that.
“Keep facing that direction,” the wedding coordinator instructed, as I heard more footsteps.
“You can turn around now,” Grace said softly.
Evan and I turned around. Grace stood there. Her hair was fluffed, and she had a necklace of little gold roses, with matching earrings.
She wore a fluffy gold dress decorated with gold fabric roses. The dress I’d designed for her as a grown-up version of the one I’d drawn her in long ago. The dress that some big fashion house made custom for her.
But all I saw was her. The little girl in the pink dress told me that one day she was going to marry me.
Evan exhaled sharply. “Grace. You look beautiful.”
Going up to her, I cupped her face and kissed her long and deep, ignoring the photographer.
“I do,” I whispered.
“Me, too.” Her eyes met mine.
Now I realized what this moment was for. To just be with them and no one else. Someone had even left a bottle of champagne and a plate of tiny treats for us.
“My turn.” Evan picked her up and spun her around, then kissed her.
“You’re both mine.” I wrapped my arms around them.
Grace looked up at me. “Yes, we are.”
I took my place under the flower arch in the rose garden. Given it had been chilly recently, Brennan had gone to great lengths to make sure it was in full bloom. However, today the weather was cooperating, and we had a lovely, warm, early May day.
The arch itself was done in these incredible roses that were pale peach on the inside of the petals, and dark pink on the outside. ThePrincess Grace.Because Verity, the plant geneticist, had made Grace arosefor her mating gift. Something I didn’t know was possible.
Besides the roses Verity made, and the flowers in the garden, there were omega lilieseverywhere,making the air smell sweet and happy.
“You okay?” Evan’s grandpa, dressed in a suit, asked me. He was going to be marrying us.
“A little nervous,” I admitted.
After Evan, Grace, and I got our private moment, the rest of the pack had joined us for photos. Now, here we were.
Chairs were set up in the garden and filled with our family and friends. Pippa wore a giant hat and looked like she didn’t want to be there. Creed was there with a very pretty friend. Surprisingly,allof Grace’s siblings and their parents had shown up, well except for Adriana.
