You could see people put things together as security started helping people on stage.
“Well, do you think we should get married again just for you?”I teased.
“I think you should. What do you think?” Ava turned and started riling up the crowd. “Do you want to see BroKen get married again?”
The crowd started chanting,wedding, wedding.
“I think I like that idea.” The spotlight went onto Saoirse, who came on stage wearing an incredible backless gold halter dress. It was shimmery, but not sparkly and showed off her bump, but still gave her the freedom she expected from dresses, you know, just in case she needed to take anyone down.
She wore her heart-shaped earrings that she’d worn the night we’d gone to my mom’s, which now I knew had been the last thing her gran had ever given her.
We had signed the marriage certificate a little bit earlier. Ava made sure that she was legal to perform weddings in Greece.
Yep, this time it would be official.
“You look amazing,” I said.
“Though you were pretty hot in that little gold dress with the blinking penis veil,” Vixen added.
“Will you marry me?” She came up to me and took one of my hands and kissed it.
“Yes, I’ll marry you right now, and not just so Beefy won’t be jealous anymore.” I leaned in and gave her a kiss as Tyrell handed me a tux jacket. I shrugged it on as Vixen started to play.
Here we were, full circle. I was about to marry Mi Cielo in front of my pack, her grandparents, some of my closest friends, and a whole lot of new friends we just made.
A perfect end to a perfect night.
Chapter Sixty-Five
Saoirse
The crowd cheered as Vixen started to play the wedding song I chose. It wasn’t what the Functional Alcoholics had played, but one my gran sang for many weddings in our village over the years.
Vixen had learned it for me, though she put her own special touch on it. That made it even better, combining both my past and my future.
Our pack, my drunk grandfathers, Tadgh, and my cousins, as well as the giant stuffed bride bear had been moved onstage.
I took a deep breath as I walked to the position that we blocked out.
Here goes nothing.I was getting married to my ridiculous musician onstage at a rave. Again.
This time I’d remember it.
A year ago, those were words that would never go together in my mind.
I still couldn’t quite believe that I’d agreed to this, though it was my idea. After all, Winter-Fest was where I stopped being afraid of loving alphas, and when I ceased to let my past dictate my life.
Where I realized I needed to change before I lost the best thingin my life, well, besides Fiona.
And Feral Ratville represented embracing my future.
Fiona bounced in excitement as I joined Dusty in front of Ava. Kace had pushed out a flower wall. The music stopped, and Ava launched into a short but silly wedding speech. Then it was time for the vows.
Fiona and Carlos came over with our rings.
Dusty took the ring from Carlos and turned to me. “From the moment you fell from the heavens, I knew you were something special. I’m so happy that you are a part of my life and I’m even happier that you have decided that I’m a part of yours. You asked me once why I called you Mo Shíorghra. You are the other half of my soul. I don’t promise never to be silly or ridiculous. But I do promise to always be your silly and ridiculous musician.”
He slid the band onto my finger.
