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How do I know? Because here I am, in the perfect resort in Thailand, and I’m about to walk onto the beach with my husband waiting for me… the flowers are perfect. The flower girls are perfectly dressed in their white dresses and waiting with their mum in the other room. No one has shoes on. I’m wearing the pink flowing dress Ellie picked out all those months ago on the group chat. My brothers are here and it’s fucking raining. Not just a little drizzle, it’s a full on torrential rainstorm. In Thailand, in December. It’s supposed to be their dry season, and on my wedding day—second wedding day—it’s raining. I watch the downpour through my window, staring at the beach as shallow rivers form in front of the steps I’m supposed to walk down.
“The rain should pass in the next half an hour,” the wedding planner tells me.
I don’t want to think about how ruined everything is going to be because nothing, and I mean nothing, will stop me from walking down that aisle.
“I don’t want to wait.”
Max and Owen both turn their heads, mouths open. “What?” they both shout.
“Oh, okay. Well, we won’t stop you, but I need to check if the celebrant will go out in the rain.” She walks off and I sigh. If the celebrant won’t do it, then I guess I’ll wait, but I won’t be happy about it. My foot taps against the floor impatiently as I wait for the news.
“You know, you and Harrison are already married, right? So, waiting shouldn’t be too much of an—” Owen stops when I whip my head to him, giving him one of my death glares. He holds his hands up. “Keeping my mouth shut.”
Max chuckles next to me.
My foot taps again.
“I’m not nervous,” I say indignantly.
“We know,” they both say in unison.
“We’re already married.”
“We know,” they repeat.
“And it’s not like a little rain will scare him off.” I pause, chewing my lip. “Christ, I’m more of a handful than a rainstorm and he’s lasted six months with me so far.”
No, everything is going to be fine. The rain isn’t a bad omen. No one has jinxed me.
A light knock on the door has all our heads spinning to see. Max walks over to answer it but doesn’t let the person in. I hear whispers but nothing concrete, even though I’m straining to hear anything.
When Max closes the door, he turns to me and smiles. “You ready for that walk now, sis?”
“We can get married in the rain?!” I practically shout.
Both boys chuckle as they walk over to me. “It’s stopped raining.”
It’s stopped raining.
“And the sun is shining again.”
Air whooshes from my lungs and something inside me settles. Everything is going to go exactly as we planned.
Getting all the girls holding hands in front of me is like herding elephants, drunk elephants. Kids are slippery little creatures.
The music begins playing from the hotel's resident ukelele player and my heart plummets to my stomach, I don’t think I was this nervous before. Why does it feel different now?
“How do we get the girls to move?” Owen whispers, frowning at the precession of white in front of me.
“Try giddy up,” Max snorts on my other side, stifling my own snigger as I jam my elbow into his ribs.
“You’re both going to hell.” I smile with them. “Cassie, go on honey, go find your Uncle Harrison for me at the end of the aisle.”
Cassie turns to me, smiles and takes her first step with her brown hair shining and her flower crown sitting proudly in her hair. They all walk forwards, and as soon as my toes touch the sand too, I relax.
“You ready?” Max asks.
With my arms thread through my big brothers’ and my hands holding the most beautiful bouquet of daisies I say, “I’m ready.”
