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“Good point. I didn’t have that luxury.” She turned in her chair, glaring at her husband over the back of the seat.
A smile creased my face, remembering how Enzo had thrown Brianna over his shoulder and stolen her from her wedding to a man who’d taken advantage of her amnesia, marching her to city hall to marry her himself.
“You should renew your vows.”
“No need. I do that every night.” Enzo stood up, folding down his laptop as he joined the conversation. Bree smacked him in the chest as he pushed her legs off the chair and sat beside her.
“That’s private.” She blushed, and the rest of us laughed.
Moments later, the plane’s engines roared to life, and the flight attendant began giving the safety demonstration that none of us except for me was paying attention to.
What if a bird hit us?
What if the plane just fell out of the sky?
Commercial planes were so much safer surely!
The plane rolled forward as it began to taxi towards the runway. Aidan reached for my hand, squeezing it as my heart began to thunder away in my chest.
“It’s alright.” He leaned over, kissing my temple as he rubbed his thumb over my clover tattoo. The engines roared louder as we picked up speed, and then my stomach, and the earth, dropped away at the same moment.
Bree squealed in delight, and I wanted to be sick.
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We landed hours later at SeaTac International, greeted by moody skies, and a bitter wind that whipped around your face and stung your cheeks.
Aidan had been surprised when I’d asked to have the wedding here, but this city was as close as I would ever get to my parents.
They’d both been born here, grown up on neighboring streets and falling in with the wrong crowd.
I’d discovered that I had a few cousins here, and I wanted my wedding day to be as close as possible to a normal family occasion. Besides, Enzo’s sister and brother-in-law owned one of the nicest properties in the Pacific Northwest, which was perfectly private, and ideal for a wedding where half the attendees were criminals.
I’d met Logan and Ella a few times since Logan had gotten out of prison, and Bree was close to them, but I still felt a little awkward as they enclosed us in hugs and warm welcomes.
Their yellow lab, Buddy, trotted up to us in the entryway, shoving his nose into every bag and hand that was offered to him for an obligatory sniff. Once he’d determined there was no food on offer, he ambled away and flopped down on his bed.
Ella and Logan’s house was a beautiful two-story Scandinavian log cabin style home that overlooked Puget Sound, with a dock that led all the way across a short lawn and out onto the water. At the end of the dock, was a pavilion so that you could sit and watch the sunset and the boats drift past. That was where we would have the wedding. Tomorrow afternoon, overlooking the bay.
I couldn’t believe we were here… it was finally happening.
After they’d distributed bedrooms amongst us, Ella lead Bree and I outside while the men disappeared into the study.
“Most of the decor will go up in the morning in case it rains overnight, but the chairs are all in place.” She gestured down to the dock where about thirty white chairs were set out in rows. “And the caterers will set up in the living room. We’ve already cleared all the furniture out.”
“Thanks so much again. For all of this Ella.” I turned to her, “I didn’t mean to completely uproot your home. It was just when Bree showed me pictures of this place, I knew it was perfect.”
“Oh, that’s alright, it’s why we bought this place. For family.” She smiled and squeezed my hand. “I better go and check on Avery, she’ll be waking up from her nap soon. Feel free to look around. Bree knows her way.” Ella turned on her heel, leaving Bree and I standing on the porch.
“It’s magical, isn’t it?” Bree inhaled a deep breath as we took in the vista before us. The view was incredible. As we stood, a boat drifted by, the passengers waving their hands at us as they passed. We waved back.
“I just hope it doesn’t rain. I’ve been envisioning these gorgeous pink skies.”
“Don’t stress about it. We’re as prepared as we possibly can be. There’s a clear panel that goes across the back of the pavilion to keep the wind and the water spray off of you, we’ve got umbrellas for all the guests, the caterers have more than enough room inside… it’s going to be fine.”
“But rain is miserable.”
“It’s good luck, apparently.”
