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Months later
I still can’t believe my parents actually showed up.
When I called them in Florida to tell them I was engaged, my mother actually sounded bored.
We know, dear. Yes, it’s been all over the news. The neighbors wouldn’t stop bothering us about it for a week.
. . . right.
They don’t know. Grandma never told them.
No reason to, really.
Let them believe what the rest of the world does.
August and the people closest to us know the truth.
And it matters more than ever that they know we’re in love with each other for real.
I’m definitely wildly in love with a man who can plan a wedding without forcing me to do a single bit of it, because my God, I would never be able to put this entire shindig together.
Remember that Hilton ballroom we never went to? That night we were supposed to go ballroom dancing and instead had sex in our formal wear on the beach?
Well, now it’s our wedding venue.
Somehow, August put together an entire theme that went with my dress.
Because I decided I wanted to dress up like I was going full eighties punk with a modern twist.
My dress is an explosion of white taffeta with black-and-pink net patches, irregular and ragged and so me.
When I told him what I wanted, he just smiled patiently and said, “I know, brat.”
It’s so nice to have a man who gets me.
One who doesn’t mind a wedding that looks like someone spilled pink-and-black paint everywhere to complement the traditional gauze, white silk, white roses like a mad artistic impression.
It’s so me.
It’s so us.
And I can’t believe he put this together.
Everything from the napkins to the cake have pink-and-black accents. Even my makeup has pink and black in the wings around my eyes, and the white bouquet of roses has little sprays of pink-and-black-dyed flowers.
I cannot wait to be married.
So why am I about to hyperventilate as the guests file in and sit?
I peek out from behind a curtain in the staging area.
“Look at all those people,” I mutter sharply. “Why are there so many people?”
“Because,” Gran says mildly, adjusting my corset. “Your fiancé is a famous billionaire; you’re a beloved children’s author. Your matrons of honor are an even more famous author and her lovely girlfriend.”
Behind us, Yvette giggles. “I still can’t get over that. Girlfriend!”
“Get used to it, my darling.” Clara nuzzles her cheek. She’s smart and trim in a women’s black silk tailored tuxedo with black embroidery and pink lapels. “You’re not going anywhere again.”
