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Knowing that’s true, I thank him and head toward the stairs. The only drawback are the stairs here. They’re fucking everywhere. I jog up to the room, knocking twice before using my card to enter the room.

“Jared gave me a key,” I say as I’m greeted with a gun to the face.

“Fucking Jared,” Liliana groans, putting it away as I walk further inside. “Get her to eat, please. I’ll let you two hang out for a bit. Rachelle!”

“I knew one of you would sneak up,” she says, grabbing Liliana’s hand as they walk toward the door.

“My money was on Alastair,” Liliana grins. “Rachelle, he didn’t even flinch at my gun. Am I not scary anymore?”

“You’re plenty scary,” I say quickly. God, imagine if she decided she needed to level up or something? “It’s not the first time I’ve had a gun pointed at me.”

“It sounds like you have fun friends,” Liliana replies, leaving the room with Rachelle.

She’s not wrong. I do. Magnus will be here today riding solo. He’s the closest thing I have to family that I’d want here today.

I find Noor out on the balcony looking out at the beach, and she sighs as I hug her from behind.

“How are you holding up, sweetheart?”

“Good. Long day,” she admits. “Exciting, demanding, and nerve wracking. I’m scared to trip on my dress down those stairs.”

“I’ll carry you,” I shrug, kissing her neck. “Eat a little something with me?”

“Yes, sir,” she murmurs, making my dick twitch.

“You’re doing that on purpose,” I grumble, pulling her toward the table full of food. I sit down with her and feed her, watching as she chews happily. “You’re hungry.”

“Mmmhmm. I missed you,” she says. “I want it to be time for me to walk down the aisle to say my ‘I do’s’. The wait is killing me.”

“Hello?” Alastair calls out, making Noor giggle.

“We all had the same idea,” I tease her as her hockey players soon-to-be husbands walk through to the balcony.

Noor is wearing a lace wedding dress that is breathtaking. The top is low cut with butterfly appliqués and it’s backless with a single bow before it flows into a full skirt with a train. There are flowers in her loose braid as it curls over her shoulder and her red lip is pouty and sinful.

“Wow,” Ciaran whispers, falling to his knees. “Beautiful isn’t going to cover this.”

“She’s stunning,” Draven agrees, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Can we marry you yet?”

Noor’s smile is wide as she shakes her head, popping a nut into her mouth and chewing it. “Almost.”

The ring we ordered together sits on her ring finger, and it’s a nod to our artist. It's not overly large, and instead of a normal diamond, she chose a black one with two flowers on either side. Each flower has a smaller diamond inside of it, and is meant to represent each one of us.

I think it’s perfect.

We hang out together until it’s time to head downstairs, and Emil comes up to shoo us out.

“Watch the stairs,” I say under my breath to him.

“There’s a service elevator,” he replies. “I’m commandeering it to bring her down.”

“We aren’t worthy!” Alastair, Ciaran, Draven, and I chant as we leave.

I shouldn’t doubt the lengths her family will go to for her.

Our flower girls are Noor’s sisters, and I can’t stop grinning as I watch them walk ahead of her sprinkling flowers. Zayn is walking with Emil and Noor, and I don’t realize that he is giving her away with her family until they all stand when the priest asks.

I can’t stop the tears from flowing as Zayn proudly gives his mom away to us, and I find she’s not much better when she joins us. I hug her to my side as the priest formally marries Noor and I, and then Liliana performs the handfasting ceremony.