Page 652 of Manhattan Bossholes

I turned the locket over. The tiny script read, “May our love story never end.”

“Aww,” they both said in unison.

I blew out a breath between pursed lips. “Keep it together, keep it together,” I chanted as my heart nearly spilled over with happiness.

“Oh, I know what’ll distract you!” Megan said, pulling out her phone. “Have you seen the latest video from Kira?”

“A new video? Gimme!” I said, making grabby hands. I loved Kira’s videos.

Had I really thought she looked delicate and demure when I saw her on that morning show with Steven? She’d been anything but demure since their very public split, and I was here for it.

She’d titled her vlog “Unhinged Asshole,” and every new entry broke down another way that Steven Brudny was the scum of the earth. There were thirty videos so far, and she showed no signs of slowing down.

Of course, he absolutely had it coming after cheating on her with the starlet who’d been hired to play her in the movie adaptation of his book. The news of the affair broke before filming even started, and it caused such a public backlash that the project ended up falling apart. There wouldn’t be any movie now…just a string of videos from Kira making it abundantly clear what being with Steven had really been like. She laid it all out: the pettiness, the manipulation, the way his love was always conditional on her fluffing his ego and pretending to be wild about his boring conversation and mediocre performance in bed. Steven had tried to counter, but Kira was owning the breakup narrative, and she wasn’t letting him off the hook about anything.

It was awesome.

Dana peeked her head in the room to see us all laughing over Kira’s latest takedown. “Hey, ladies. We’re almost ready. Can I get you anything?”

“We’re okay, thank you!” I answered. “And I’m ready to go when you are.” As fun as it was to watch Steven get torn to shreds, I was more than happy to put down the phone and get on with what really mattered.

I’d been ready to marry Cameron for a long time now.

The final getting-ready moments were a whirlwind, and the next thing I knew I was beneath a cloudless sky, walking down the aisle to my one true love.

I wasn’t surprised that the mighty Cameron O’Connor teared up as I got closer to him. The roles were reversed this time, with Aiden reaching over to squeeze his brother’s arm. Tyler leaned in to give Cameron a pat on the back.

When I joined him at the altar, he gave me a quick kiss, prompting laughter from the crowd and a light scolding from the officiant. I couldn’t stop staring at him. I’d seen him in a tux before, of course, but Cameron in this tux on this day? It was all for me.

Twenty minutes later, we were husband and wife. We sealed our vows with a real kiss that took my breath away.

Cameron squeezed my arm against his side and placed his hand on top of mine as we made our way down the aisle together.

“I’m the luckiest man alive,” he whispered in my ear.

I bit my lip and smiled up at him, hoping the happiness in my face would suffice as an answer, because every time I tried to talk, I got choked up on tears of joy.

When we’d planned the reception with Dana, we told her we had one goal for it. We weren’t looking for pure elegance, although that was a given considering the event’s price tag, all we wanted to ensure was fun. That’s why the band was cranking from the cocktail hour through dinner. Sure, we had them throw in a few ballads and standards, but the upbeat party vibe meant that people danced the whole time.

Even Cameron.

He was by my side through the ridiculous line dances, lindy hops, club songs, and cheek-to-cheeks. We laughed, sweated, switched partners and grooved the whole night. Megan had warned me that the one thing she regretted about her wedding was not actually enjoying it with Aiden, which was a lesson Cameron and I took to heart. A wedding was a party, and we were going to enjoy every last second of it.

The band finally paused toward the end of the night, and the crowd ran to grab their drinks to cool off in between songs.

“Hey everyone, can I get your attention for a minute?” a familiar voice rang out over the mic.

Cameron glanced at me wearing a shocked expression. “Tyler?”

I craned my neck and spotted him in front of the band with his guitar slung over his shoulder. I scanned the crowd and spotted Nina with her hands clasped in front of her mouth, looking exactly as she did the first night we’d seen him in concert.

“I’m only supposed to be a groomsman today, but I couldn’t resist taking over for a quick song. Cameron, Felicity, I wrote this one for you. Get out here, you guys.”

I couldn’t tell who was more shocked between the two of us. Nina caught my eye and nodded as Cameron led me back to the dance floor. I had a feeling she’d helped Tyler with the song, since the pair were now writing together all the time.

Tyler’s song was an upbeat ode to love that hinted at our personal love story but still focused on the universal experience of finding “the one.” It wasn’t a weepy first dance song, it was hopeful and filled with joy. The chorus was a dynamic call and response that had everyone singing along by the end of it.

“I think our boy has a hit on his hands,” Cameron said in my ear as we danced.