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I fix up my makeup quickly, though my movements seem like they’re a bit sluggish, and I pull just part of my hair back, leaving the rest of it loose and flowing.
I unzip the garment bag, and oh, the dress is so, so lovely. It’s a satin A-line gown with an empire waist, and there’s a veil hanging behind it in another bag.
I strip down to my underwear and pull the dress over my head. It fits like a glove—like it was waiting in the closet specifically for me. I stare at myself in the mirror.
Am I really doing this?
I’m really doing this.
I slip the veil into place, and I stare at myself in the mirror.
It’s like it was all meant to be. The wedding garments are even here in the room just waiting to be used.
I draw in a deep breath.
This is it.
I’m about to marry my sister’s ex.
Chapter 14: Spencer Nash
It’s Now or Never
The Wedding
“Right now is perfect,” I confirm, and I hang up.
I went with the Elvis package—the one that sends a limousine directly to the hotel to pick us up. Why the hell not?
I fill out the form online, leaving questions I can’t answer about Grace blank—for now. The chapel I chose has a service where they’ll take couples in a limo to the marriage bureau so we can get our license and make it official first.
I have to close one eye to focus on what I’m typing, and I have to type two or three times, but I get my end of things filled out.
I don’t have time to second-guess this decision. I’m not even sure why I stopped kissing her to tell her I’d marry her. It’s wild, impulsive, and all the things I’m not.
It’s nuts.
And it feels like it’s the right thing to do. Filling out the digital paperwork hasn’t scared me from doing it anyway. Choosing between the Elvis package and the standard one didn’t, either.
She wants the vineyard. I’m dedicating my life to football for the next few years anyway. Win-win.
It’s a good twenty minutes before she emerges from the bathroom, and when she does…
“Wow,” I breathe quietly. “You look…stunning.”
“It’s bad luck for the groom to see the bride in her dress before the ceremony, but since this is more of a business deal, I think it’ll be okay.”
“Yeah,” I murmur, and I can’t take my eyes off her.
I’m staring. I know I’m staring.
But she’s just so…so…so stunning.
And she’s about to become my wife.
Whoa.
The word pulses a bead of anxiety in the pit of my stomach.
