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“Wow,” Palmer said as she sucked in a gust of wind. Kent kept his arm around her waist, and she appreciated him for that. She was also thankful for the hair spray holding her hair together because the wind was determined to ruin her hair.
“I’ve never seen Vegas from here before,” Kent added.
Even with her vision issues, she could see the Strip and the other hotels. To one side, the fountains looked like this tiny burst of water and not the powerful jet streams they were. They laughed at their hotel being shaped like an X.
“This is what it would almost be like if we’d done the Empire State Building,” Kent told her. “Only we’d be much higher, and you’d be able to see New Jersey.” He turned her around, and she shivered. “We won’t stay much longer.” Kent dropped to his knee, much like he’d done in the park, but this time he held a black velvet box in his hand. “Palmer Sinclair, will you marry me?” He opened the box, and nestled inside was a solitaire diamond on a gold band.
Everyone around them stopped to watch, and chatter grew among them. Someone recognized them from Instagram, and the chatter turned exceedingly happy.
“What do you say?” Kent prodded.
“Of course, under one condition.”
Kent took the ring and slipped it onto her finger. “What’s that?”
“That we get married tonight,” she said with laughter.
“You’ve got yourself a deal.” He pulled her into his arms while everyone around them cheered. “Come on, we have a reservation.” He took her hand and led her to the elevator. The people near them continued to cheer for them, and some had their phones out. Inside the elevator, he said, “Someone will post our engagement online, so we’ll at least have that photo to remember today by.”
Palmer nodded and rested her head on his shoulder. She held her left hand out and gazed at her ring. It was more than she ever could’ve wanted or expected. When Kent asked her to marry him, she figured they’d wear whatever they had on and call it good. So far, he’d given her everything he could to make her feel like today was her day.
After getting her chair, they went right to the front, where a limo waited for them. “What about our clothes?”
“Already at the chapel.” He winked. She didn’t know how he’d done it, and she wasn’t going to question him until much later. Palmer was impressed with how organized and thoughtful Kent was and wondered if he’d forgotten anything.
He pulled his phone out and took their picture in the back of the limo and posted it immediately. The comments flooded in, from congratulations to people wondering where the wedding was. Kent went live, and Palmer waved to the camera. “We’re on our way to the Little White Chapel to get married,” he told the world. “This beautiful woman said she’d marry me today, and I’m not giving her a chance to change her mind.” He kissed Palmer for everyone to see. “We’ll update you after she’s officially become my wife.”
The limo pulled into the parking lot at the Little White Chapel, and the driver held the door open for Palmer and Kent. Inside, they were greeted by staff and whisked away to their own dressing rooms. Palmer’s attendant helped her change into her dress and handed her a bouquet.
“This is so pretty,” she said of the white and red roses.
“Your husband picked it out for you.”
“He did?” She looked at the woman in shock. “Wow.”
“They’re ready to start.” The attendant held the door open for Palmer, and she walked out. Down the hall, she could hear music, and she walked a bit faster until she rounded the corner and saw a bunch of people she didn’t know, which wasn’t saying much, considering she kept her circle rather small. Palmer entered the room, with her attendant right behind her, and paused. There were people there, in the small pews, standing for her.
“They’re all here for you.”
“But I don’t know who they are.” She looked around for the only face she wanted to see, and when he came into view, everyone else seemed to disappear. Kent stood next to the minister at the front of the altar, waiting for her, his bride. His hands were clasped, and he rocked on his heels.
“Are you okay?” the attendant asked, and Palmer nodded.
She put one foot forward, and then the next, until her steps became automatic. She lost count of how many steps it took her to reach Kent, but each one was worth it.
“I have never seen someone more breathtakingly exquisite than you,” he said when she reached him. “I do not know how I got so damn lucky.”
Palmer was speechless. The man who had changed her world, in every way possible, stood before her in a black suit, with a rose pinned to his lapel. The way he looked at her made her knees weak, and the way he made her feel kept her in a constant form of awe.
