She groans exaggeratedly. “Well, hurry up. You need to pick a date so we can get organized. Everything takes time. When would you like it?”
“When would I like it?” I look at her confused.
She sighs, frustrated with me. “Yes… you know, summer, spring? This year? Next year? When, Jeni, when?” Sarah flounces about making annoyed gestures with her hands as she slightly bounces on the spot.
My eyes slowly shift to Aiden, who smirks and subtly walks outside to join Chris—that’s right, leave me to fend for myself. Thanks for the support, babe.
I shrug as I look back at Sarah. “I don’t know. We nee
d to discuss it. It’s Aiden’s decision, too, not just mine.”
Sarah scoffs. “That’s bullshit, and you know it. It’s your day. You can have the wedding whenever you want. Aiden won’t care, he just wants to marry you.”
I shake my head in uncertainty. I don’t want to make any decisions without Aiden. “I don’t know. How long does it take to plan a wedding, anyway?”
Sarah smiles like I’ve given her a challenge, so her eyes squint and her lips purse like she’s deep in thought. “We can have it in… let’s see…” she starts counting on her fingers. “It’s April now, so how about September?”
“What? You want me to get married in five months?” My heart thuds as a sudden feeling of excitement washes over me.
Sarah nods frantically. “Aiden,” she calls out. “September wedding all right with you?” she asks when he walks through the door.
Aiden’s gorgeous blue eyes glisten brightly as he smiles so wide I’m sure his cheeks must be hurting. “The sooner Jeni’s my wife, the happier I’ll be,” he replies, which makes my pulse flutter.
“Nawww, you two are so cute. Now, go away. We need to talk girl stuff.” She pushes Aiden back toward the door. He laughs and steps outside to be with Chris.
I don’t know if I can concentrate, I’m buzzing with so much excitement at the thought of becoming Mrs. Aiden O’Connell.
“Saturdays in September are the seventh, fourteenth, twenty-first, and the twenty-eighth. Now, pick one,” Sarah demands, flipping through her diary.
I shrug and pick one. “How about the fourteenth?”
“September fourteenth it is.” My heart jumps into my throat at the thought of a possible wedding date. “Aiden!” she calls out again.
Aiden laughs as he comes back inside looking at Sarah with a smirk. “Yes, Sarah. What can I do for you?”
“We have decided that September fourteenth is your official wedding day.”
I watch intently as his face lights up, and his bright-blue eyes sparkle. Aiden walks over to me, taking me in his arms. Wrapping my arms around his neck, in this moment, I couldn’t be any happier. The elation I feel is beyond words, and to think I could have thrown this all away. We will have no more thought about that matter. The man I love profoundly leans in and kisses me with so much passion that my knees feel weak.
“Uh-hum,” Sarah clears her throat. “You have plenty of time to make out later. For now, we have stuff to do. So, Aiden, if you don’t mind,” Sarah interrupts our moment and gestures for him to leave.
Aiden laughs at Sarah once more and kisses me quickly, then turns to go.
We have the rest of our lives to make out, and that thought makes me undeniably happy.
Aiden looks deep into my eyes as we sit together. “Baby, I know this will let your mom down, but I want you back at work as my PA seeing as I’ve lost Tori. I know you have issues with Father, and I know I am asking a lot of you, but you know the job well, and I need you with me. It’s not the same without you.” He lovingly strokes my cheek while I smile and nod.
I must admit I’ve missed working there, and even though Niall’s a gigantic pain in my ass, having Aiden and Brielle there more than make up for that asshole’s shortcomings.
“I’ll call Mom right now,” I tell him, becoming excited at the thought of being back with Aiden and the job I love. I pick up my phone and dial her number. “Hey, Mom…”
“Sweetheart, how are you? How’s my Aiden?”
I giggle. “Your Aiden is fine. So am I.” I roll my eyes and watch Aiden smirk.
“Good to hear. Are you working tomorrow at the salon?”
“That’s why I’m calling, Mom. Aiden’s asked me to come back to work with him, and I said yes.” I feel guilty for the short-term notice I’m giving her.