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I lean down and kiss her soundly, cutting off her sighing laugh. I mean it. It will be perfect, because she is.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Angela
Smoothing down the skirt of my classic lace wedding dress, I will my hands to stop shaking. I decided against a veil. Instead, my hair is pulled back into an elegant twist, and my Christmas earrings from Tim adorn my ears.
The dress is so beautiful it makes me want to cry. French lace from head to toe. It has a slightly plunging neckline with a fitted bodice to my hips, falling to the floor with an A-line skirt. There’s no train, the lace just lightly brushes the ground, slightly longer than the satin under-dress. It’s sleeveless with lacy straps, and I’ve gone with a bouquet of long-stemmed calla lilies. They suit the simplicity and gorgeousness of the dress.
A knock at the door distracts me from my magnificent reflection. I tear my eyes away from the floor-length mirror, crossing to open the door of the suit.
Bill is decked out in his suit, his eyes dropping to take in my dress as he stands in the doorway. When they move back up to mine, they are shining, and I swallow at the look of pride in his eyes.
“Are you ready to go?”
I nod, not trusting myself to speak without crying.
“Tim’s a lucky man.” Bill’s voice is gruff as I collect my bouquet. He draws my hand through his crooked arm and pats it lightly.
Bill didn’t come up to my room alone. His new PA, Cathy Milleneau, is hovering outside the hotel suite. She’s going to pack my things and move them up to the bridal suite a few floors above. It’s where Tim and I will retire to after the wedding reception.
Using my fantastic PA skills, I’ve planned the entire function to happen inside this hotel. There is a room for the wedding, another for the reception, my suite, the bridal suites, and suites for guests. You can promote the PA, but those skills are forlife.
I flash Cathy a smile as she slips into the room past us. She squeezes my elbow, returning the beaming grin. I like Cathy. I’m glad Bill picked her to be my replacement.
She is about forty-five and was previously part of the floating secretarial pool at Haven Enterprises. She’s going to be fantastic. I think Bill was having her look after things here in LA while we were all in the UK before Christmas. Certainly, everything was running smoothly when we returned.
Cathy is dressed for the wedding. She will slip in at the back and, of course, be hovering at the reception. She’s the new me, after all. Her dark hair is twisted back into a smooth chignon.
Bill squeezes my hand on his arm, taking my attention away from the hotel suite door, swinging shut behind Cathy. I take a deep breath, smiling as he leads me to the elevator banks.
The elevator music seems out of place as our finery is reflected at us from the walls of the elevator car, but it finally dings, and Bill squeezes my hand again.
“Ready?”
I glance at him, a huge smile tugging at my lips. “So ready.”
With a grin, Bill leads me from the elevator banks to the function rooms. As we step up to the doors, they are thrown open, and the music starts. I take a deep breath as Bill leads me down the aisle, my heart thudding in my ears.
I barely register the more than a hundred smiling faces who turn to watch us. I lock my eyes on Tim at the other end of the aisle. He looks so incredibly handsome in his navy three-piece suit, with David at his side. His hands are clasped in front of him, and his heated eyes burn into mine. He blinks a few times, his honey-colored eyes suspiciously bright.
Surprisingly, seeing Tim struggling not to cry allows me to get my threatening tears in check. In no time at all, we arrive at the flowered arch serving as the altar. Bill sets my hand in Tim’s, taking my bouquet with him as he moves to sit beside Tim’s parents. This is it.
Tim takes both my hands in his as we turn to face each other.
“You look incredible,” he whispers, just for my ears. A blush spreads across my cheeks. He doesn’t look so bad himself.
“We are here today….” The celebrant speaks, and Tim squeezes my hands comfortingly, holding my gaze with his own.
Timothy
Although it only ended two hours ago, I can’t remember much of the wedding ceremony. I remember the important bit when Angie tied herself to me for life. That was my favorite part.
We submitted to the multitudes of kisses and hugs in the receiving line. I can’t believe that the day is finally here, and she’s my wife. It feels like just yesterday I was asking her to marry me. Angie looked like an angel walking down that aisle, and it took everything I had not to cry in front of everyone.
The speeches drag, but I’m finally able to dance with my wife… for two seconds. Of course, almost every other fucking person here wants to dance with my wife as well.
Finally, I get her back. My arms tighten around her, and I shoot a warning glare as Beau approaches with a gleam in his eye.
