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I can’t be stuck here running this place with Amelia. I can’t work that closely with her.
But now that the very real threat has crossed my mind, I need to figure out the best way to show Nana that I’m the most deserving of this place.
The alternative is far too heartbreaking.
Chapter 37: Spencer Nash
We Were So Wasted
A Week After the Wedding
I click on the email as we make breakfast the next morning. “Our video is in.”
“Ahh!” she squeals. “Have you watched it?” she asks from where she’s making scrambled eggs by the stove.
“No,” I say, shaking my head. “I just got the email.”
“Show me!” She turns off the burner on the eggs and moves in beside me so we can both see the video on my phone.
I love when she moves in close to me. I love when I can smell the vanilla in her hair, the sweet scent that is starting to feel more and more like home to me.
I click the link, enter my password, and we see the video pop up. It’s only three minutes long.
“Go ahead,” I tell her, and she presses the play button.
Elvis’s “Can’t Help Falling in Love” begins, and we watch as the two of us get out of the limo, already dressed in our wedding attire.
The video cuts to me standing in Grayson’s tuxedo at the altar next to Elvis as I wait for my bride to walk down the aisle, and the music lowers to the background as I’m shown raising a glass in the air and yelling, “Here comes my bride!”
I’m clearly very drunk—at least to myself, I look like I am, and by the way, I didn’t know drinks were allowed in chapels, but apparently they are.
The camera moves to catch Grace as she walks down the aisle in Ava’s dress, and she giggles nervously on the screen. “There’s my soon-to-be hubby!”
She sets a hand on her forehead with a murmured, “Oh my God, we were so wasted,” as we keep watching.
The song continues to play lower in the background so we can hear Elvis’s words as well as each of us agreeing with an I do.
When Elvis tells me to kiss the bride, I dip her and plant a good one on her.
A little thrill bursts along my spine over that kiss, if I’m being honest.
It’s beautiful and poetic, and then we walk with our hands clasped between us down the aisle toward the camera, both of our hands on the outside raised in the air with happiness and celebration.
The video lasts as long as the song, and then it fades out with a congratulatory message for a long and happy marriage.
I raise my brows and turn to look at her to get her reaction first. “Well?”
She shakes her head. “Apart from being totally drunk, it was nice.”
“Nice?” I repeat, and I chuckle.
She giggles. “Okay, wrong word. It’s a great video, and now we have proof it actually happened.”
I clear my throat. “And a time stamp…if we need it.”
She tilts her head. “I don’t think Nana cares about the timing.”
“But don’t you think it’s a little strange that Amelia got married the exact same day we did? Don’t you think there’s a chance she somehow found out about us and rushed to the altar to make sure she had a shot at this place?” I ask.
