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“Hunt is the best,” he says simply. “And my wife will only have the best.”
And that was that.
To his credit, the man is very good. He listens to my intake, but he seems to know how to overrule some of my requests in a very professional manner. He eventually nudges me into this design, a flowing gown that cinches at the waist and fits like a dream, with embroidered little sparkly flowers in them. The dress is definitely a lot but it looks like something from a fairy tale and I can’t help but gasp as I look at myself.
Yes, I accept it. I do look good.
I went through a phase of insecurity after I gave birth to my son, but it didn’t last long.
It’s hard not to love my body with the way Oliver worships it every night when his eyes darken with desire every time he sees me. I still can’t believe that I have a man like that, a strong, sweet man full of such integrity and love that it makes me cry sometimes. How I lived without him for so long I don’t know but it would be hard to do it again.
Still, my brain reminds me now that my nerves have nothing to do with how I look and everything to do with the hundreds of people currently standing outside the church. Turns out that news of Oliver’s elaborate proposal got around social media and we both turned into small-town celebrities due to it. Someone leaked the news that the woman in the video worked at Jonah's restaurant—I suspect Jonah for that—and the restaurant became even more popular because of it.
As a result, I ended up inviting far more people than I originally intended too, and some of the uninvited are outside held back by security.
But what that means is that I’m going to say my vows in front of a bunch of people I don't really know, and some latent stage fright is kicking in.
“Don’t worry,” April says as though she can read my mind. “Half of them are just here for the food anyway.”
I smile wryly. "Yeah, I figure." Some of the people in here are regulars at Jonah's and have been on me to open my own place, giving me the confidence to do just that.
That’s right. I think I’m finally ready to take advantage of the land Oliver gave me and my newfound fame to launch my very own bakery.
And despite Oliver’s reservations, I insisted on supervising the cooking of my wedding menu, convincing him that it would be a great business advertisement.
“I don’t think you need any more advertisement,” he points out to me. “Damn near everyone in town is already obsessed with your cooking anyway."
Still, I manage to convince him that it’s a good idea and it’s a go.
There’s a knock on the door, and Melly sticks her head in. My mother is right next to her, cooing at Paxton, our son.
“Oh, honey, you look beautiful,” Melly says as she runs her eyes down my body.
"Thanks,” I say as she comes closer and kisses me on the cheek. “You look amazing yourself.”
“Thank you,” she says and twirls around in her little dress.
"Is that Oscar Laurentis gown?” I ask excitedly. I put her on to one of my favorite plus size designers and I’m happy to see that she’s coming into her style, wearing clothes that flatter her body rather than hide it.
“Yeah,” she says. “Jonah actually bought it for me.” She blushes, and I nearly squeal with excitement already planning the next wedding in my mind. I’ve known about Melly and Jonah’s relationship for a while. Both sides are taking it slow but I can already tell they're getting serious.
Jonah finally fessed up about it to Oliver and he rolled his eyes and said, "Don’t hurt her or I’ll destroy you.”
To which Jonah simply nodded and smiled.
I asked Oliver later why he didn’t give Jonah more grief about it. Melly told me she kept it a secret for so long because she was anxious about how Oliver would react, so I was shocked he was so laid back about it.
"The newfound glow in my sister is worth dealing with that bastard," is all he told me.
So, I guessed that was it.
"I came in to ask if you were ready,” Melly asks.
"You better get going," my mother adds. "Your soon-to-be husband is just about ready to keel over. He’s sweating his balls off in there."
A burst of surprised laughter escapes me. My mother is not a vulgar person, but ever since she started staying with Oliver and me occasionally, she's been swearing a lot more often. I think it's Oliver's influence, or maybe she's simply growing more laid back.
I take a deep breath, fortifying myself.
