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Then Zeus’s daughter, who is also a copy ofhim—all gold and cute, but a toddler and not a tall billionaire—appears at Nate’s side and pretends to shoot him with an arrow.
He pretends to shoot her back.
Then he’s fully embroiled in an imaginary archery battle withbothtoddlers and never goes upstairs to have his hair and makeup done.
Gabriel watches him with a fond expression, like a proud dad.
I don’t think of how proudourdad would be at a time like this. It’s my fucking wedding day. I’m allowed to think of Lily and not lose my shit for once.
The end of breakfast comes out of nowhere. I know it’s been two hours, but it feels like less when Mason stands up and announces it’s time for all of us to go to the cathedral, and his driver strolls in with Robin’s car seat, and everyone leaves in a big, mimosa-buzzed group.
Theyallcome to the cathedral. I can’t figure out the reason for that until it’s time for Mason to get ready and Robin freaks out the moment he’s out of his carrier. A supremely unperturbed Hades makes Robin into a burrito and takes him away to Charlotte, who’s with Lily in the sacred bride’s room or whatever it is. When he returns, he’s dressed for the wedding, and so is Robin, in his miniature tux. He’s passed out over Hades’s arm, and Zeus hasboththeir daughters playing some clapping game while Conor looks on.
It’s heartwarming.
I mean that.
There’s a black, classy-looking box waiting on the table in our huge dressing room. I open it between doing my tie and putting my shoes on.
It has a photo album inside.
A little one. Like one you might keep on your desk or the bookshelf in the bedroom. It looks…personal, somehow.
I flip open the cover and a note falls out.
I don’t pick it up at first, because the photos have made it impossible to breathe.
They’re from our engagement section, mounted on thick, expensive paper, and they—
They’re fucking beautiful. All the colors are bright but soft, somehow, the background faded into a blur. Lily and I are the focus. Mostly Lily. But I’m there, too, staring into her eyes and brushing my knuckles over her cheek andlaughing into her mouth.
That’s right after she told the dick joke.
And the way she’s touching me in the photos is like—
Like I never kidnapped her at all. It’s like we met that night on the street because we were fated to meet that night in the street, and she’s so relieved it happened.
These are the kinds of photos that people calltimeless.That you look back on when you’re a hundred years old so you can reminisce about how gorgeous everything was.
In one of them, I’m holding her face in my hand, my thumb on her cheekbone and my fingers wrapping gently around her nape, and I’m looking into her eyes like she’s an angel, and she’s smiling this beautiful, private smile at me.
And she has one hand curled around my wrist.
And my mother’s ring is on her finger.
Okay. Augustwasgood.
I pick the note up off the floor and unfold it.
Jameson—
I thought you might like to see these pre-ceremony, so here they are. The rest of the shoot is in your inbox. Just click the link, and the photos will download. My personal favorite is the special moment with your brother. Exquisite work. A piece of advice: when you’re at the altar today, look at her like you did in these photos. I’ll do the rest.
Sincere congratulations,
August
P.S. It’s Augustine. If you tell anyone else, I’ll know it was you.
