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“What changed?”
She opened her mouth, but Roxie rushed in, two bouquets of white roses and sprigs of evergreen in her hand.
“The guests are all here. What’s our ETA?” She glanced at me and her eyes filled with tears. “Shit, Em. You look so beautiful.” She looked up, holding her eyes open wide. “I can’t cry. My makeup’s all done.”
My mom grabbed the bouquets, and I slipped Roxie a tissue. She blotted the corners of her eyes and pulled me in for a tight hug.
“Your men are ready, and the guests are all seated—”
“Seated? Where?”
She grinned and grabbed my hand. “The pavilion. You’re going to love it.”
“Ready to get married?” my mom asked.
My stomach whooshed when they opened the doors and I saw my father, dressed up and waiting for me.
“Yes,” I whispered.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Sebastian
“Are Michael’s parents here?”
My mom frowned and shook her head.
My stomach sank. I saw Jason when I was on the way to my makeshift dressing room and he said Rachel was helping Em get ready.
“Who’s helping Mac get ready?”
My mom bit the corner of her mouth and turned to my dad. “I’m going to.”
“What?” I schooled my face back to something neutral when I saw the utter shock displayed in the reflection.
My mom didn’t laugh it off, and the air was thick with tension while I tried to make sense of everything.
“His parents—” She pressed her lips together so tight they lost color. “They weren’t interested in coming and it just really rubbed me the wrong way—”
“I’m surprised you came,” I said, unable to contain myself.
She narrowed her eyes, and I held my breath. But then she sighed and put her hand on my shoulder, her eyes swimming with tears.
“I deserve that. It was a lot to wrap my mind around, but I will not miss my son’s wedding—even if he’s not technically getting married—”
“Alicia,” my dad warned.
“I know. I know. It’s just—” Her face twisted in a sad smile. “I worry about you getting hurt.”
“Neither of them will hurt me.”
Another sigh. She patted me and straightened my tie. “I hope not.”
“And you’re okay with helping him get ready?”
Another sigh. “Yes, Sebastian. Believe it or not, I’m not a monster. He doesn’t deserve his parents and I just want you to be happy—”
“I am, mom.”
