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Crew is serving as my best man, and Hannah’s sister Rachel is her maid of honor.
“Make sure that you—” Crew starts.
“I got a twenty-minute spiel from Scarlett,” Asher says. “I can handle carrying the kid from here into the church. Promise.”
Reluctantly, Crew lets his son go.
“Good luck,” Garrett tells me, punching me lightly in the arm.
As far as he knows—as far as most people attending our wedding know—Hannah and I aren’t married yet. But we halted the divorce before it was finalized, so we legally are. It’s easy to pretend this is our first wedding, though, since neither of us remember it.
“Thanks,” I reply.
“You ready to do this?” Crew asks. “Sober?”
I roll my eyes, but smile. “Yeah.”
I walk side by side with my brother, toward the church where I’m marrying Hannah Garner for a second time.
HANNAH
My mom cries when I hug her goodbye. “My God, you look so beautiful, sweetheart.”
“Thanks, Mom.”
“Call me when you land, all right?”
I nod. “I will.”
My dad kisses my cheek. “I love you, sweetheart.”
“I love you too.”
Rachel is next, bouncing on her toes with excitement until she has the chance to throw her arms around me. “Thank you for marrying a guy with tons of hot, rich, single friends. You’re my favorite sister.”
I shake my head and laugh before hugging Eddie. He tells me to travel safely as I hug April and kiss Ezra’s forehead.
Then, I reach Oliver’s family, which is infinitely more awkward.
Scarlett is first.
“Thank you again for the dress,” I tell her.
Much to the envy of brides everywhere, I’m wearing arougeoriginal. They don’t even have a bridal line.
I was stunned when Scarlett offered. And it’s everything I imagined and more, mostly since it signifies the wedge between Scarlett and me might not be permanent.
“We’ll get dinner, next time you’re in New York?”
She nods, glancing at Crew, who’s attempting to console a crying Lili with a sleeping Christopher strapped to his chest. “I’ll leave Crew at home with the kids. Oliver can help him babysit.”
“I heard that,” Crew says, pulling a fruit bar out of his pocket and handing it to his daughter. The waterworks stop immediately.
“Bribery, really?” Scarlett asks.
“Did you have a better idea?” Crew asks, straightening. He leans forward for a one-armed hug. I squeeze his arm, careful not to crush Christopher between our bodies. “I’m happy for you, Hannah,” he says.
“Thanks, Crew.”
