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A group of musicians sit off to the side. I instantly recognize them and their instruments as the swing band we hired for the dance.
As the crowd quietly settles into their chairs, I catch sight of Natalie and Tucker standing at the end of the aisle beneath a decorated altar. Sara and Andy are there, too, lingering near the front row with Rachel and Dave and…
My father?
“Will, what the hell is this?” I ask.
“Our wedding.”
My heart stops. “Our what?”
He shifts around to stand in front of me. “Say what you will about Jovie Watch. They are very, very organized.”
I blink. “Huh?”
“Now, it’s not much but it’s actually really great for such short notice. The toilet paper is a nice touch. Not sure whose idea that was—”
“You did this?”
He nods. “I made the call. It was mostly Tucker that got the ball rolling but once he recruited Natalie, it was all over.”
My jaw sags. “You want us to get married?”
“Yes,” he answers.
“Today?”
“Right now.”
I take a step backward but he counters with a quick forward stride.
“Hold on, Will,” I say, extending my arms in a panic. “Don’t you think we should talk about this first?”
“No.”
Will lunges and takes hold of me, easily raising me off the ground and tossing me over his shoulder.
“Will! No! Put me down!”
He carries me down the long aisle. Those still standing there hurriedly bounce out of his path to take their seats. They all fall into gasps and whispers as I kick my legs and my cheeks explode with embarrassed heat.
“Will!” I punch his back. “Are you crazy?!”
“You sprang the engagement on me,” he argues. “It’s only fair that I get to spring the wedding on you.”
“That’s not…” I sigh. “Okay, that’s a fair point, but… Will, come on. A document with an expiration date is one thing. This is something else.”
“I thought you wanted to stay engaged.”
“Uh-huh. Exactly. Engaged! Married ain’t engaged!”
He sets me down beneath the altar and holds my shoulders while I gather my balance but he doesn’t let go.
“How did you even do this?” I ask.
“Nothing spreads faster in this town than tales of Will Myers and Jovie Ross,” he says.
“And how many of them showed up just to see if I’d run away screaming?”
