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With that bit of confidence under my belt, I gift him my honesty. “The truth is, I wanted you to come, but I was too scared to invite you. When I looked up and saw you across the room…it’s the happiest I’ve felt in a long time.”

It’s as bold as I’ve ever been with him. For the last few weeks, I’ve been the one putting up road blocks between us, but he’s here, which means maybe there’s no sense in running anymore.

“I said I wouldn’t force this,” he tells me, “but I feel like I have no choice. There’s no way to avoid me putting my heart on the line. I would have regretted not coming after you. I have to make my feelings known, and if after, you think you’d still be happier with someone else—”

“No,” I say quickly, suddenly needing him to know that.

A beat of silence passes, a moment where our eyes stay locked and my hope for our future hangs on a precipice.

“I’m in love with you.”

He drops the revelation on me like they’re not the five most important words I’ve ever heard.

Love.

Ella would be proud.

I open my mouth, prepared to respond, but then the DJ speaks into the microphone. “Let’s hear it for all the couples on the dance floor! They’ve got the moves, don’t they? Show us what you’ve got out there!”

His encouragement elicits a round of whoops and hollers, and Jonathan delivers with a mischievous smile, taking my hand and gently pushing me out with one hand before twirling me back in with a quick spin and wrapping me up in his arms.

Just as the song is ending, I hear my name shouted and turn to see Sonya rushing over to me in her white gown.

Only now does it dawn on me that, this whole time, she knew Jonathan was going to show up here at her wedding, and she never once hinted at it to me. I’m not mad; I’m impressed.

“I see you found your date,” she says with a wink.

I play my part perfectly. “Sonya, you remember Jonathan.”

“Nice to see you again,” he tells her.

She blushes when she meets his eyes (can’t say I blame her), and then she nods and smiles. “I’m so happy you could make it. I wish I could have seen Emelia’s face when she realized you came here to surprise her.”

“I actually first saw him during my maid of honor speech,” I admit.

Her jaw drops. “You’re kidding! Talk about timing. Jonathan, you have to come meet Wesley!”

Jonathan looks at me, and I nod. From that moment on, we’re at the mercy of the bride.

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