Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Rob and I exchange glances as I giggle. “I promise to hold them down at my waist, Millie.”
“Tut tut,” she sniffs as she guides me to the spot she wants me to be in when the doors open. “I’m not Millie right now, dear. I’m the super focused wedding planner.”
Behind me, my other wedding planner, Felicity, is fluffing out my short train.
“Professionalism is important,” Felicity says. “We want to earn your future referrals fair and square.”
“But those referrals can only be given to brides who you’ve successfully gotten to the altar through the matchmaking club,” I recite.
“Obviously,” Millie and Felicity agree in unison.
“No wedding planner has time to do every wedding,” Felicity says. “We just like to be involved in the happily ever afters we helped to create.”
“Robert, I’m going to let the fact that you’re hearing about our club pass, even though it’s a closely guarded secret,” Millie says as she stops in front of him and adjusts his tie. “I best not hear that you’ve been spreading the word. I know where you live.”
Since Rob and Karen’s house is two doors down from her own it’s not like that’s a surprise.
I can practically feel Rob holding back his laughter as he nods. “I’ll keep my lips zipped.”
“See that you do,” Millie says as she steps back and looks us over. After a few seconds, she nods. “You look stunning. Felicity and I will go around and open the doors. Give us about sixty seconds.”
Sliding my arm through Rob’s, I take a breath and draw my shoulders back, making sure to keep my bouquet in the proper spot.
“Nervous?” Rob asks.
I shake my head. “Not even a little bit.”
It’s true. I’m not nervous—I’m excited.
Once the doors slide open and I see Tyler at the end of the aisle waiting for me, my heart melts. I’m only dimly aware of the other people in the church as I walk to him. When Rob and I get to him, the two men shake hands before Tyler takes my hand in his. Surprising me, he leans in and whispers, “I’ll never forget how beautiful you look right now.”
I know I’ll never forget this moment, either.
Twenty minutes later, Pastor Ed tells Tyler to kiss his bride.
I’m so happy I feel like I’m floating and when my husband kisses me, it’s magical. Since it’s a church kiss it doesn’t last long, but it’s enough to make my heart soar. When Tyler lifts his head, he grins down at me.
“You know what?” he asks, his voice low.
“What?”
“I really fucking love you, Mrs. Jameson.”
The feeling of hearing my new name for the first time is like being enrobed in warm chocolate. In other words, I love it.
Grinning up at Tyler I answer, “I really f’ng love you too, Mr. Jameson.”
When Pastor Ed clears his throat from beside us, I bite my lip and shoot him a guilty look. “Sorry,” I whisper.
Smiling, he shakes his head. “You’re not the one who cursed, dear,” he says dryly.
“I got carried away—sorry, Pastor,” Tyler says.
Pastor Ed grins and nods to let him know it’s okay. Tucking my hand into the crook of Tyler’s arm, I turn and face our guests. It’s obvious Pastor Ed wasn’t the only person that heard since everyone in the front two pews is laughing.
“It’s my pleasure to introduce for the first time as man and wife, Mr. and Mrs. Tyler Jameson,” Pastor Ed says. “May their marriage be long, loving, and, most of all, happy.”
The huge smile on my face as Tyler and I walk up the aisle is there because I’ve been visualizing our future so I know in my heart it’s going to be all that and more.
The End