Chapter 12
They Really Do
Cali
“Are you ready to become Mrs. Eastman?” I asked as we started to walk toward the aisle arm in arm.
With tear-filled eyes, Mags smiled at me. “I have never been more ready for anything in my entire life.”
As the music began, we walked up the sandy path. All I could do was watch Walker staring at Mags. The love in his eyes crashed into me as tears already threatened to assault me. I glanced to my best friend as her dark brown hair danced in the wind and her loving round eyes gazed at her true love. I loved how Mags had picked a dress with the slightest hint of pink that glistened in the afternoon sunlight. She always did have to be just slightly different, and it was one of my favorite things about her.
“Walker, will you have this woman to be your wedded wife? Will you love and comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, keep yourself only unto her as long as you both shall live?”
“I will.” The words flowed from deep down within as the biggest smile took over his face.
There wasn’t a dry eye in the crowd, and even Maverick kept wiping his eyes as the ceremony went on.
I was so engulfed in my happiness for my best friends, it sounded muffled when the minister shouted, “I now present to you Mr. and Mrs. Walker Eastman.”
“Now, let’s party!” Mags yelled joyfully.
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The dinner wentoff without a hitch, but I couldn’t help but notice the subtle glances Mitch kept shooting at me.
If looks could kill…
I tried to ignore it while I danced with Maverick. Dane, Rodney, and Colt came up to us with Mags rushing behind them.
“Please, oh please, will you guys play something for us?” Mags automatically gave her best puppy dog eyes, and Maverick laughed.
“How could we ever say no to the blushing bride? After all, you might be one of our oldest fans.” Maverick shot me a quick wink as Mags scurried away to tell the band to take a break for a bit.
In the front row, with Mags’ hand in mine, we cheered as The Hysterics took the stage.
Rodney cooed into the mic, “The bride has requested that we play a song, and how could we ever deny her request? Years ago, we met Mags and Cali on the side of a mountain. We were nobodies back then, but they gave our music a chance. This is for you, sweetheart.”
Rodney turned to the guys, and they all agreed on a song, one that had made Mags and me fall in love with their music all those years ago.
Mags shrieked as they started playing “Jarred Away”.
Fluttering in a jar
Magical, colorful, radiant
Orbs zigging and zagging
Offering up their light
But not enough for insight
Sealed tightly
Just out of reach
Right where the imagined keep
Hoping for release
