Which meant it was perfect.
Purple uplighting. Black velvet curtains. A fog machine hissing gently in the corner like a haunted appliance. Plastic bats hanging from the ceiling. A fake cemetery arch wrapped in white roses and orange lights. Somewhere near the altar, a skeleton in a veil held a sign that read:
LAST CHANCE TO RUN.
I stopped under it.
Drew looked at the sign.
Then at me.
“Don’t get ideas.”
“I was admiring the decor.”
“You were considering comedy.”
“I’m always considering comedy.”
Vampire Elvis appeared from a side door in a rhinestone cape, white jumpsuit, black pompadour, and little plastic fangs.
“Evening, lovers,” he said, voice deep and dramatic.“Who’s ready to join eternal souls under the neon moon?”
Drew leaned close to my ear. “This is the best thing I’ve ever paid for.”
“You’re welcome.”
Vampire Elvis looked down at the clipboard. “Drew Travers and Isa Calloway?”
“Calloway-Travers,” I corrected.
Drew grinned beside me. “She’s been hyphenating aggressively since the limo.”
“And you’re taking my name too,” I said.
“I said I was brave.”
“You did.”
Vampire Elvis glanced between us. “I can tell this one’s going to be fun.”
Behind us, the chapel doors opened.
I turned.
Jace walked in first wearing a black suit, a cowboy hat, and vampire fangs.
My mouth fell open.
Behind him came Lana in a short black dress and red lipstick, holding her phone up like a professional videographer. Then Dante. Then Stella and Tristan, because apparently peace treaties could evolve into wedding guest lists. Then two of Drew’s teammates, one of my soccer girls, and Jace’s mother, who had absolutely no business being there and was already crying.
I stared at Drew.
He stared at me.
“Did you know?” I whispered.
“No.”
