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“But you can know it’s going to be a great wedding,” Cooper said. “So is your tux ready?”

“Tux?” Dylan laughed. “I don’t even own a suit. My usual jeans and shirt will have to do.”

Becket chuckled. “Well, coz, you’re probably in for a surprise. Our mom is not going to let you wear jeans today.”

Dylan was still sputtering when the others rode away, laughing.

His phone rang. It was his bride on a video call.

“Hey, you. I thought I wasn’t supposed to see you today,” he grinned.

“You’ve already seen me before you snuck out of the window this morning,” June grinned.

“Well, I don’t understand why I couldn’t be with you last night, it doesn’t make any sense. Are you okay?”

“I’m still struggling to believe we’re really getting married today!”

“Believe it, I can’t wait.”

“Thank you for the beautiful earrings you left on my pillow. You’re spoiling me.”

“You’ll have to get used to that,” he grinned. “I love you, June. I can’t wait to make you my wife.”

Her eyes bright, she smiled. “I needed to hear that. I love you too. Ooh, the women are at the door, see you later!”

Grinning he put his phone away and followed his brothers and cousins. He had to get ready for his wedding.

*

“What do you think, Abs?” June asked as she turned around. Abby was on a video call, June was trying to show her what her dress looked like.

“Oh, June,” Abby sniffed. “You look gorgeous in the satin. And that back is beautiful. Blue is the perfect color for you. I’m so, so sorry I can’t be there today.”

“You’re coming to visit soon, though,” June said. “And I can’t wait to show you around the ranch and introduce you to everything Marietta.”

“I can’t wait. I have to go now, but remember to send me pictures of the wedding?”

“Of course,” June smiled before they ended the call. Putting her hand on her heart, she stared at herself in the mirror. To be honest, she really missed Abby today. They’d always shared everything.

Behind her was a commotion and the door behind her opened. The Weston women, all dressed and ready, entered her room.

“Oh, June,” Arlene sighed. “You look beautiful!”

“Thank you, Arlene. And thank you, again for my dress and the shoes—it’s all so perfect, I want to cry.”

“No crying,” Rose said. “You look amazing.”

“So do all of you. Thanks for being my bridesmaids.”

“Come on, bride,” Willow said, “everyone is waiting downstairs. We’re just here to check if you need anything.”

“A hug, maybe?”

Everyone gathered around her and soft, feminine arms hugged her close for a perfect moment.

“Okay,” Willow sniffed, her eyes bright with tears, “now we really have to go.”

Skirts swishing and still chatting, they left.