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He presses a kiss to Hendrix’s head before throwing an arm over her shoulders and hiking a brow at me. “Are we doing this shit or what?”

I tap a finger on my chin. “You maid of honour or best man?”

“Both, obviously.” He grins.

I glance over the glowing room.

Axel bounds around, dodging the guitar picks Lyric and Melody are sprinkling through the air. Riley sits on the front pew, Theo next to her, Hendrix’s friend Talia on the other side. They’re wearing matching black tutus and black vests.

How in the fuck did they pull this shit off without me knowing?

I open my mouth to ask just that when I hear a piano trickling through the room. A familiar melody floods my ears—a mash-up of Welcome to the Black Parade and Helena. Hendrix beams.

Should have known this woman was never gonna let me do this the traditional way. Guess I’ll just have to give her the black diamond I’ve got waiting in my bedside table a little earlier than planned.

My heart tugs.

I turn back to my girl.

“What do you say, Rock Star?” She arches a brow and holds her hand out to me. “Wanna be reckless with me and abandon all your sensibilities?”

I thread my fingers through hers, bring her knuckles to my lips, and kiss her fourth finger. “Rixie Moore. I can’t think of anything I’d like better.”

the end

(For now anyway.)