“I can’t believe you made bridesmaid dresses for everyone,” I said, shaking my head at her. “You’ve gone and lost your mind, Willow.”
“I work well under pressure. And I called in some help. And, really, how were you meant to choose just one of us? It’s better this way. Honestly, the hardest part was picking a color that would flatter everyone.”
She’d landed on a deep forest green, explaining that it was neutral enough to flatter most complexions and would look lovely for a winter wedding at the castle.
Because,of course, we were getting married at the castle. And, apparently, everyone in Loren Brae was invited. Graham had briefly toyed with having it at The TipsyThistle, but when I pointed out it would be almost impossible for him not to work on his wedding day, he relented.
Four hours later, I was starting to panic.
There’d been hair.
There’d been makeup.
There’d been so many conversations about updos, and lipstick colors, and shoes, and jewelry that I felt like I’d melt into the floor.
“More champagne for this one. She’s got that look in her eye,” Sophie called from where she nibbled on a piece of cheese while getting the finishing touches done on her hair.
“And music. Where’s the music?”
A glass of champagne materialized in my hand as buzzy disco music started in the background. I caught a glimpse of Brice in a blur of movement and I stared in astonishment to see him kitted out in full Highland regalia-kilt, black brogues, a fitted tweed jacket and stylish tartan cravat.
“Right, let’s have a look then.” Willow gave one last tug to my dress and then turned me around.
“Awww,” the room said as a whole and I blinked at my reflection in the mirror.
“Oh, Agnes,” Hilda said, wiping her eye.
“Don’t start,” I ordered, pointing a finger at her.
“It’s nothing, it’s nothing. Just a wee bit of dust,” Hilda promised.
I looked like me, which was exactly how I wanted to look. But I looked like the best version of me. My makeup was glowy, making my eyes look enormous and dreamy, my hair was lightly pinned back, and the circlet glittered among my curls. The gold rowan leaf dangled from a delicate goldchain, interspersed with softly sparkling diamonds, that Kaia had made for me. The dress fit like a glove and beyond anything else, I looked happy.
“Your bouquet.”
“Oh.” I breathed a sigh of happiness as Willow handed me a gorgeous bouquet of anemones. Just like the ones Graham had given me all those years ago.
“Ladies.” A knock sounded at the door. “It’s time.”
“Wait!” Sophie shouted. Turning back, she rushed forward. “A cheers first, ladies.”
We all leaned in, and I beamed at the beautiful group of women around me, all decked out in their gorgeous dresses, each woman unique and beautiful in their own way.
“To Agnes, on her wedding day. Our bookish warrior, who showed that love will always outshine darkness.”
“Oh, Soph.” I sucked in a breath.
“Slàinte.” We all cheersed and drank, and then I fell in line, following the girls down the hallway.
I had no idea where the ceremony would be. Graham had refused to answer any of my questions, and finally, I’d just left him to it. It was better that way, really. If I knew anything about him, it was that he liked to throw a good party.
“Oh.” Tears threatened as I realized where we were going.
My incredibly handsome, amazing man was marrying me in the library.
Of course.
Of coursehe’d picked the library.
