“We can get it sized,” he tells me.
“No. I’ll gain the weight back. I don’t want this ring out of my sight for any reason at all. I’ve spent too long loving and hating you to have you take this away from me to get it made smaller.”
“You’ve heard of something called magic, right?”
I laugh and drop my face to his chest. “I forgot. You know, when your family’s pretty much depleted and your business is on the fritz, it’s easy to forget about something called magic.”
“Speaking of”—he takes my hand—“when do you want to get married?”
“Honestly?”
“Absolutely.”
I frown.
“What?”
“You’re not just trying to get married quickly so that you can save my family’s business, right?”
“How did you know my evil plan?” he jokes.
I grin. “You’re so transparent.”
“So are you.” We kiss and when he pulls back he murmurs, “I’m serious. When do you want to get married?”
I think about it a moment, and then I answer.
40
It’s been a month since I awoke, and it’s my wedding day.
Sounds like we’re doing this shotgun style, doesn’t it? We just got engaged and are already getting married. But don’t worry, there’s not a bun in this oven, just a woman who really really really wants to start spending the rest of her life with the man she’s loved (secretly and begrudgingly) for the past ten years.
And I’m so ready for it.
A knock comes from the door. “Come in.”
Addison appears. She’s wearing a beautiful high-waisted lavender gown that reveals her tiny baby bump. It’s adorable. I love it. Can’t wait to be an aunt.
“Do you have everything?” she asks.
“Of course she does,” Chelsea responds, handing me my shoes. “Dallas and I are here.”
Dallas grabs a white cowboy hat from the bed and puts it on. “Yeah, Addison, we’ve got this.”
“They’re taking good care of me,” I assure her. “And please thank Feylin again for allowing us to marry in the castle.”
“Of course. Let me see you.”
I take one last look in the full-length mirror and exhale. My gown, against Mama’s most motherly desire for me, is midnight blue. It’s the dress that I was wearing the night that Devlin proposed. This dress has had one great thing happen in it, and several bad things—Storm’s explosion, Cathy, the truck.
So I wanted to give it another good memory, because I deserve it. I deserve to not be pinned down by a memory that I had no control over. I’d rather live in good ones, so I’m giving that to this dress, and after our wedding, I have a feeling it’s going to become my lucky gown.
Or maybe that’s just me hoping. But everyone needs hope, right?
“Do you have your something old?” Addison asks.
Chelsea pulls out a broach that belonged to Nana. “Right here.”
