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“Oh, Trent, of course I will. This is so sweet. You’re so sweet,” I whisper, my voice trembling as I lean down to kiss him on the cheek. Then, as I wrap him in a hug, tears sting my eyes.
He stands, and I step back, my hand trembling as he slips the ring onto my finger. The diamond catches the light, making my stomach flip with a mixture of joy and nerves. It feels official now, like this is more than just an arrangement.
“The past few days,” Trent says, “something was feeling off. But now it feels right.”
“This is what was bothering you?” I ask, my eyes wide with surprise.
He nods. “I didn’t realize it until I saw you last night in the window of the cabin. I realized why I’d been feeling so off. We were about to embark on a big moment in our lives—even if it is just for our agreement. But I felt I owed it to you, to both of us, to do this right.”
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re literally the sweetest man in the whole wide world?” I ask, my voice cracking with emotion.
“I mean, a few times,” Trent replies, his smirk returning, “but I won’t object to you telling me again.”
I swat him lightly on the arm, tears welling up. “You are something else, Trent Hughes.”
“One of a kind,” he says, his voice gentle.
I can’t help but agree with him.
We make our way to the lodge, and before I know it, the rehearsal passes in a whirlwind, the details blurring together as my mind drifts back to the gazebo with Trent down on one knee.
Chapter 17
Trent
“Hey, hey, lover boy,” Greg says, bounding into my room with exaggerated cheer and making a ruckus with a kazoo that screeches its way into my still-drowsy consciousness. “Wakey-wakey, it’s your wedding day!” He jumps on my bed, bouncing up and down.
“Dude,” I groan, propping myself up and rubbing my eyes. “It’s too early for all that noise.”
“Sorry, mate,” Niall says, leaning against the doorframe with two coffee mugs in his hands. “I tried to get him to change his mind, but he insisted the kazoo would add to the celebration.”
“I’ll forgive you if you tell me one of those cups is for me,” I mutter, my voice still rough from sleep.
Niall chuckles softly and steps forward, handing me a mug. I take it gratefully. The hot ceramic warms my palms.
“Thanks,” I say, settling back against the headboard with the cup cradled in my hands. “Now this I can handle.”
“Aww, come on, man,” Greg says with a hopeful grin, “you can’t be grumpy today. It’s your wedding day.”
“You’re still going through with it?” Niall asks.
“I’m not grumpy, and I’m not changing my mind. I’m getting married today,” I mutter with a sigh, blowing across the surface of my coffee before taking a sip. The bitterness is familiar and comforting. “I just didn’t expect to be awoken to your kazoo. Kind of catches you off guard.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Greg says, “get up sleepyhead and come eat your breakfast before it gets cold. You’ll need your energy up today.” With that, Greg leaves the room with a dramatic flourish, and I set the coffee on the nightstand, leaning back against the headboard once more.
“You alright, mate?” Niall asks, watching me with a quiet concern.
“Yeah,” I nod. “I just can’t believe I’m getting married today.”
“Well, believe it, because it’s happening. But you still have time to back out. No one would fault you for it,” Niall says firmly, giving me a reassuring nod.
“Like I told Greg, I’m not changing my mind. And I’m not backing out. I’m sure about this.”
“Alright then, if you’re sure.” Niall says. “We’ll be downstairs if you need us.” Then he leaves my room.
I’m getting married today.
Me.
