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Giselle gave her bouquet to Sutton. Giselle had been elated to ask Sutton and Claire to be her women of honor, and they beamed at us while in their matching lilac dresses.
I took Giselle’s hand and walked back down the aisle, then led her to the reception hall.
“I can’t believe we’re married.” Her smile reached her eyes. She glanced behind us. “I forgot Ashley and Nicole are carrying my train. I should slow down.”
“I’m glad Sutton and Claire’s cousin was able to join us. I think it’s good for Ashley to have someone her age here.” I squeezed her hand. Ashley had only moved in four weeks ago, and we were still adjusting to parenting our son, Steele. Ashley had fallen in love with her nephew, and she’d been an amazing help.
The girls chatted and giggled as they helped Giselle with her dress.
I hurried to grab the door to the room we had reserved for the reception and propped it open for the ladies. Sutton, Claire, Gemma, Mackenzie, and River were not too far behind us. Mackenzie had our three-month-old on her hip while she held Hollister’s hand. Hollister had just turned two, and her big amber eyes would melt the boys’ or girls’ hearts when she was older. Cade would have his hands full.
Mackenzie’s diamond-encrusted wedding band and engagement ring caught the light, and I remembered the first time I’d met her. She was energetic and had zero filters, but I immediately liked her. Not long before, she’d snagged August Clover’s lead guitarist, Cade Richardson, and the rest was history in the best kind of way.
Once everyone was inside the room, I turned to Gemma Harrington.
“I’m so happy for you, Zayne.” Gemma, the lead female singer for August Clover and my good friend, gave me a big hug. Her red hair was piled on the top of her head with little butterfly pins in place.
“Thanks, Gem. And thank you for being so kind and candid about your past with Giselle. She thinks the world of you.” I released her.
“Just take it slow with her. Hendrix was supportive and patient with me, and that man healed my broken soul. You’ll do the same for Giselle. In the meantime, I’m thrilled to have her collaborating with Claire on the choreography for the band’s next tour.”
“She’s stoked.” I glanced over at Mackenzie, who was talking Giselle’s ear off, then she spotted me glancing at them.
“Dude, what do you feed your little monster? He’s heavy for three months!” Mackenzie gave me an exasperated look as she made her way to me. “Here, Gemma, take Steele. I gotta hug Zayne.” Mackenzie shoved my son at Gemma and laughed as Gemma carefully took him.
“Congratu-fuckin-lations. Someone finally got you to settle down.” Mac flashed me a toothy grin, then threw her arms around me. “So happy for you.”
“Thanks, Mac. Me too.”
Mac partially covered her mouth, shielding anyone from reading her lips. “She’s gorgeous. Like one of the most stunning women I’ve met.”
I peeked over at my new bride as she greeted the other guests. As if she could feel my gaze on her, she glanced over her bare shoulder and blew me a kiss.
“And she’s all mine.”
Hendrix Harrington hopped on the small stage where the band had set up. We’d asked August Clover to play at the reception, but there was one thing we needed to do first.
“Mac, can you remove Giselle’s train? Ashley and Nicole can help, too. Then everyone can have a seat. I have something I want to do for my wife.”My wife. Holy shit. My wife.Grinning like an idiot, I motioned for the men to meet me in the hall.
Hendrix, Cade, Pierce, Vaughn, and Holden excused themselves from their conversations and followed me.
“You guys ready?” I rubbed my chin.
“Hell yeah. I can’t wait to see the ladies’ faces.” Hendrix chuckled.
“These dress shoes are perfect, too.” Cade demonstrated by sliding down the tiled hall.
“Hey, I’m just glad you learned to dance before my wedding, man.” Holden laughed and punched me on the shoulder.
“Yeah, you can thank Claire and Giselle for that one.” I took a breath, glancing at my gold band with a ruby in the center, two small diamonds on each side. The red stone would always burn brightest, just like my Giselle.
Hendrix unbuttoned his tux jacket, then grabbed a hair tie from the inside pocket and pulled his hair up.
I rubbed my hands together. “Let’s do it.”
“Is someone recording this?” Pierce asked.
“Claire. She was in on it from the beginning and helped, so she’s making sure she gets the ladies’ expressions.”
