“Will I be returning the favor soon?” I look at Hannah in the front row. “My sister looks teary-eyed…and she’s wearing a rock on her left hand that didn’t used to be there.”
“I proposed last night. She said yes. We’re going to Vegas next weekend.”
“Perrie and I will be there.”
Dan claps me on the back and falls silent as my bride glides toward me. I have eyes only for her. And a full heart that belongs to her alone.
Finally, she reaches the front of the aisle. Beside her, Derek—who barely made it in time for the ceremony—lifts her veil and kisses her on the forehead. “Be happy, darling.”
“I will.” She glances at me with love in her eyes before regarding her friend one last time. “You find your person and be happy, too, huh?”
He nods, then takes his seat in the front row. On the other side of the altar stands one of her former college roommates I managed to fly in at the last minute so Perrie would have someone she adores to stand up with her. And the way she and Derek are eyeing one another tells me that neither will be spending the night alone.
I tuck a finger under Perrie’s chin. “You ready to become Mrs. Hughes?”
“Yes. Come on, slowpoke. Let’s get hitched.”
“Slowpoke?” I raise a brow at her. “Who managed to bring your maid of honor in from Connecticut in less than twenty-four hours? And get us a last-minute marriage license on Saturday morning?”
“You,” she concedes, then glances down at the two-carat cushion-cut diamond with surrounding halo I picked out yesterday morning, determined to make her my wife. “And you’ve made me the happiest woman.”
“I’m going to keep doing that for the rest of your life.”
“And I’ll make you the happiest man, I promise.” She smiles, then whispers my way as we face the officiant. “You know I never break my promises.”
I know. And as I promise to love, honor, and cherish Perrie for the rest of my life, I figure she’ll learn soon enough that I don’t break my promises, either.
The End