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His hand traces the edge of my veil. I catch the slight tremble he tries to hide by fisting the fabric.Declan has always hated big crowds. Something about them makes him nervous, not that he would ever confess such a thing to a single soul.
But I know, and the secret makes me smile.
“Relax. Just pretend they’re not here,” I whisper low enough for only his ears.
He doesn’t reply as he lifts the veil up and over my head. Whatever he sees has him blinking twice.
“Is everything okay?” I whisper.
His head does the smallest shake. “You look nice.”
Whatever buzz I felt all the way to the tips of my toes dies a quick death.
I. Look. Nice?Is he kidding me? He could have said anything—literally anything—and it would have sounded a hell of a lot better thannice.
Screw him.I did not spend five hours in a salon chair, being poked, prodded, and waxed for him to say I looknice.
As if Declan can sense my brewing feelings, he grabs my bouquet of flowers and holds it out for someone. Both his hands clutch onto mine, locking me into place. Whatever expression on my face warrants a warning squeeze. Instead of allowing my anger to get the best of me, I plaster a fake smile on my face and give the priest a nod.
I’ll show him nice.Jackass.
The priest begins his lecture, but I can barely hear him over the erratic beat of my heart. Declan’s hands tighten around mine as the priest speaks about love, commitment, and hardships that will test us.I feel like a fraud for nodding along, feigning adoration. I’m sure to check the back of my dress to make sure I didn’t catch on fire for lying in the house of the Lord.
The rest of the ceremony is a blur with an exchange of standard vows. The closer we get toward the end, the heavier my breathing becomes. It’s not until Declan grabs my left hand in his that I nearly go into cardiac arrest.
“Iris, I offer you this ring as a reminder of my commitment to you, our marriage, and our future. Let it serve as a symbol of my devotion to you, from this day on.” Something about his words makes me pause. He could have promised his everlasting love or something equally nauseating for the crowd, but he didn’t.
Because Declan Kane doesn’t show his cards. Admitting he’s madly in love with you in front of a packed church isn’t on-brand.
He silences my thoughts as he slides a thin platinum band covered in diamonds up my finger.
The two sentences I mulled over for weeks escape me as I grab Declan’s ring from my mom’s waiting hand.
“Umm—”Real smooth, Iris.
If Declan is annoyed at me stumbling over my words, he does a good job of not showing it. I clutch onto his left hand while holding onto his ring with the other. “Declan, I give you this ring as a symbol of my promises to you, as your partner and friend. May it serve as a reminder that even during our hardest days, you can always count on me to stand by your side.” I slide the band past his knuckle.
Our eyes connect. Something passes over his face. He almost seems angry, but that can’t be right?Sad?I somehow stop a laugh from escaping me.No, that can’t be true either. Declan has nothing to be sad about.
As if Declan realizes he revealed a tiny part of himself to our audience, he regains control over the emotions on his face.
And we’re back to our regularly scheduled programming.
The priest continues his spiel about trying times and the sacredness of wedding vows. He blesses us, our future children, and everyone attending our wedding.
And then the dreaded moment I blocked from my memory comes to light.
The priest steps backward toward his altar, giving us some space. “I pronounce you husband and wife. Declan, you may now kiss your bride.”
My eyes widen. Everyone around us goes silent. I don’t have to see them to know they’re curious about us. Declan hasn’t ever been seen with a woman, let alone kissing one.
My whole body shudders as Declan wraps one hand around the back of my neck. His fingers tighten, and his thumb traces my fluttering pulse point. The world shuts off as my boss leans in toward me, the expensive scent of him washing over me.
My knees go weak, and Declan’s other arm wraps around my waist to stop me from falling. He positions me in a way that hides our faces from the audience, keeping our private moment to ourselves.
This is it.He leans forward, and our breaths mingle together. I shut my eyes as his soft lips brush against the corner of my lips.
Wait, what? Not even a whole kiss?It was nothing but a tease meant to appease the masses surrounding us.
