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“More than ready.”

All in black, he strides toward me.

He dominates the room in his pitch-black kilt with matching black leather brogues and flashes, sporran, shirt, waistcoat, and two-button jacket—black everything to match our family name.

He proceeds to straighten my purple cravat. Except for our cravats, it’s the only flash of color.

That’s our theme—purple. Figures.

“Was Violet in here?”

“Her mom showed up.” I stretch my neck to give him better access to my cravat.

“I saw. My job is to keep her as far away as possible from Violet today. I have assembled a keep Violet’s family busy team. We will not let anything spoil your day.”

He makes me laugh. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you. Now, let’s get this show on the road.” He lays his hands on my shoulders.

“I hope you haven’t embarrassed me in your speech.”

“It’ll be exactly like your stag was.”

I groan. “I hope not.”

“As the best man, it’s my job to embarrass you.” He laughs.

Oh, great.

My dad brushes the fabric on my shoulders. “Ready?”

I have been for the last three years. “Absolutely. Let’s do this.”

* * *

Everything went without a hitch today and Violet and I have had the most incredible day surrounded by our family and friends, some of which have traveled thousands of miles to celebrate our wedding day. Some from California, some from Greece, and we are very grateful they came. Our day has been filled with fun, laughter, and one hundred percent happiness.

Violet has been smiling all day, but I have yet to catch her speaking to her mother or sister. Or even her brother-in-law for that matter.

My father’s plan worked.

“Hey, you.” She pinches my backside.

“Hello, Mrs. Black.” She lets out a little squeak at her newly married name.

“Come over to the window.” I hold out my hand for her to take. She lifts the front of her long dress to stop her from tripping over the delicate fabric, which is highly likely for Violet. We mosey over to the furthest point of the gigantic space, and I pull her into my arms, her back against my chest. We haven’t had a minute of peace and all I want is one small moment with her, then she can go back to doing what she does best—chatting, mingling, and using her snake charming skills on anyone she talks to.

I hold her as we stand and enjoy the ferocious waves, gray skies, and cliffs of Castleview Cove.

I turn her around in my arms.

“Did you like your wedding gift I bought you?” She begins giggling.

“It’s getting hung above the mantelpiece.” Violet had a body cast of her backside made for me and made into a bronze sculpture. She remembered what I said all those years ago. She even had it coated in vibrant violet paint.

“It was a nice surprise to have delivered this morning. The best wedding gift.” I kiss her neck. “Have you had a nice day?”

“Ocht, I suppose it’s been okay.” She tries hard to hide her smirk and her Scottish accent is appalling.

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