“When you know, you know, Scarlett.” He looks down at me. “And I knew from the first moment I met you.”
When he says things like that, it’s hard not to tell him I love him, so I do just that.
“I love you, too.”
TWENTY
SCARLETT
After months of waiting, the day has finally arrived. I watch my sister in the mirror as the make-up artist does her make-up, the photographer buzzing about the room. Sadie and I are sitting in chairs by the windows in our silk robes, sipping champagne.
“Just think, Scarlett can be the next one getting married here,” Sienna says. “We can make it a family tradition.”
“I’m not getting married in Silverpine,” I say.
Most of these people might be nice, but I can’t imagine living here permanently. That hasn’t changed over the last few days I’ve spent with Connor. Being blissfully in love doesn’t mean I’m ready to uproot my life for Connor.
“But you are getting married,” Mom asks. She’s standing behind Sienna, supervising the make-up artist.
I raise my left hand. “I don’t see a ring on this finger.”
“That’s because it’s still in Connor’s sock drawer,” Sadie counters. “He’s probably waiting for Sienna’s wedding to be over before he proposes.”
I’m sure he is. Sienna has invited him, Harvey, and Marion to the wedding because we have a giant ballroom and fifty guests’ total. They’re mostly family and friends of Luke and Sienna’s who were able to fly out.
We finish getting ready and get our pictures taken. Sienna chose black dresses for Sadie and me, as bridesmaid and maid of honor. The color is simple and classy. While Sienna finishes getting ready, Sadie and I head to the lodge, taking Sienna’s dress with us. We decided it would be better if Sienna had her hair and make-up done at the Inn, which we can always touch up later. But if the dress gets dirty? There’s no fixing it.
“I don’t think Silverpine is so bad,” Sadie says, looking out the window. “Are you and Connor going to move back to New York?”
“I don’t know, Sadie. We got back together a few days ago. We haven’t talked about it, yet.”
Connor did build a recording studio in his house for me, but he also said we’re not obligated to live here permanently. I have dual citizenship, so I’m not worried about going back and forth.
“He’ll probably live anywhere you ask him.”
I don’t doubt it.
We get to the lodge and hang Sienna’s dress in the room Harvey has dedicated for us.
“Do you want to see the ballroom?” Harvey asks, smiling at me.
“Yeah, let’s go.”
When she leads us into the room, my jaw drops. Flowers and string lights wrap around the wooden pillars and archways, drop lights strategically hanging from the ceiling. The aisle has waist length columns along it, also wrapped in flowers, with three candles resting on each platform. An arch of flowers and lights is set up at the end of the aisle, in front of the windows looking at the Rockies.
The ballroom is going to be used for the wedding and reception. Harvey confirms that the staff has been instructed on that.
“It’s like something out of a fairytale,” Sadie says, looking around wide-eyed.
“Sienna is going to love this,” I say.
“Connor had a fun time with the wedding bible,” Harvey says with a laugh.
My gaze snaps to hers. “He has the book?!”
Harvey smiles softly, squeezing my hand. “He wants to do things right, and you should let him.”
I’m more than willing to make Connor work for it. I just can’t picture myself in a white dress, walking down an aisle, not even to him.
