It was quite possibly my favorite place in the world. And since we were keeping the ceremony intimate, with thecelebration after for everyone to attend, it made sense that it would be the perfect space for it.
“He’s a good one, Agnes.” Lia looked over her shoulder and winked at me, before walking through the doors that had been thrown wide open. Music fell out, light and lilting, and I smiled as my mum came forward to join me. She was walking me down the aisle today. When I’d called her, after everything was over, I’d never been more shocked than to see her bawl her eyes out. For over two hours, we’d talked, really talked, about the hurt and pain and shame she’d felt about not being able to face the curse herself. The next day, she’d been on my doorstep, bags in hand, and ready to help me with the wedding.
“I’m proud of you, Agnes.” Mum looked at me, her eyes full of love. “You did what I never had the ability to do. I was too heartbroken to see my way through it, you ken? I hope you don’t blame me for it.”
“Och, I would never. I think it was meant to be me, Mum. It feels right. This all feels right.”
“I always knew that lad was meant for you. He’s cheeky, but och, he’s just the best kind of cheeky, isn’t he?”
“He really is.” I couldn’t wait to see him in his kilt either. Nerves skittered through my stomach, because I hoped he’d like the dress that Willow had made for me.
As Liora went through the doors, I turned and stood at the back, waiting for my turn, and my mouth fell open.
He’d transformed the library into a moody, beautiful wonderland. Pots of flowers were tucked among the bookshelves, twinkle lights were entwined behind the books and along the fireplace, and flowers draped the mantle. The long tables that usually dominated the room had been removedand replaced with chairs, and everyone turned with smiles on their faces.
But all I could see was Graham.
He looked … goddess, but he looked smashing. I truly wasn’t sure how I’d let this man out of my sight. He was properly done up in a kilt with dark blue threads through it, and a fitted jacket that showcased his broad shoulders.
And the smile fell from his face when he saw me.
I blinked, unsure of what to do, until I realized that the damn man was crying.
He reached up and dashed a tear from his eye and I had to swallow, trying to force myself past the tears that threatened. I would get in so much trouble with Willow if I ruined my makeup now.
But bloody hell. It was Graham. My Graham. And he was up there crying over me in a wedding dress.
We’d gone through so much, he and I, only to land here.
Finally.
Where we belonged all along.
Taking a deep breath, I met his eyes and gave him a reassuring nod.
We were doing this.
There was nothing that Graham and I couldn’t tackle, together, with the curse conquered and the world at our feet.
And I was ready. I was finally ready to step into one role I’d never thought would be mine.
Wife.
I stepped forward.
A bellow shattered the room and I ducked instinctively, my mum shrieking as her flowers went flying into the air.
Clyde barreled through me, all icy cold air and joyous mooing, and raced down the aisle.
“Damn it, Clyde,” Lachlan said.
“He’s stealing your thunder,” Willow complained.
“He is such a diva,” Matthew said, glaring at where the ghost coo was currently taking delighted laps up and down the aisle. “Worse than even me, I’d say.”
“Clyde,” I called, recovering myself. Somehow, I was now hovering on the knife-thin edge between hysterical tears or laughter. “Care to walk me down the aisle?”
Clyde reared his head up, and seemingly delighted to be invited, he pranced his way back down the aisle and stood on the other side of me, swinging his head left and right, proud as could be.
