But I think about Victor's face when he told me he loved me in that powder room.
I think about the way he held me during Thanksgiving dinner.
I think about the video game wedding memorabilia he kept in his bedroom instead of throwing it away.
And I think maybe…my sisters could be right.
"I don't know if I can," I whisper.
"Yes, you can," Margot says firmly. "You're Harper Beaumont. You survived a cheating ex-husband, built a career from scratch, and convinced Victor Kade to let people into his penthouse. You can do anything."
"That's a very generous assessment of my life."
"It's accurate." She stands, pulling me up with her. "But right now, we need to finish getting Amelia married. You can have your emotional crisis after the reception."
"Looking forward to it."
We spend the next hour transforming Amelia into a bride. Margot does her makeup—natural, glowing, perfect.
I do her hair—soft waves pinned back with vintage clips she found at the same shop as the dress.
And slowly, watching my baby sister become a wife, something shifts in my chest.
Because Amelia is brave.
She's getting married even though Declan spent two months in another city. Even though long-distance is hard. Even though there are no guarantees.
She's choosing love anyway.
And maybe I should too.
"Okay," Margot says, checking her phone. "We need to leave in ten minutes or we'll be late."
"I still can't believe Mom invited sixty-three people to a courthouse wedding," Amelia mutters, adjusting her dress.
"Sixty-five now," Mom calls from downstairs. "I added the Dubois!"
"WHO ARE THE DUBOIS?" Amelia yells back.
"NEIGHBORS! VERY NICE PEOPLE!"
We all exchange looks.
"This is going to be chaos," I say.
"Completely," Margot agrees.
"I wouldn't have it any other way," Amelia grins.
The courthouse ceremony is quick and perfect.
Declan cries. Amelia cries. The judge cries a little, which seems unprofessional but is actually very sweet.
And I stand next to my sister, holding her bouquet of grocery store flowers that somehow look elegant, and try not to think about my own wedding.
The drunk Vegas chapel. The pixelated photos. The Xbox controllers with our names engraved on them.
Victor's face when he realized we were actually married.
