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Owen enters and looks agitated.

“What’s wrong?” Katie asks, and he whispers something in her ear.

“I put some in the car. Go ask your dad for the keys,” she says, and he leaves.

“Forgot deodorant.” She snickers. “Boys.”

“At least he thought to ask,” Gemma says. “Some of the men at the gym could use that thought process.”

Scarlett starts crying, and that’s when I notice Belinda sitting in the corner of the room. Gemma rushes over, but I offer to take her. “Hey, sweetie pie. Why so fussy?”

She wraps her arms around me. “You need a nap, huh?”

“Bababa,” she demands.

“Mm-hmm. You’re right.”

Gemma chuckles, handing Scarlett some juice.

“You’re gettin’ heavy. Gonna be driving soon,” I say, adjusting my position.

Gemma shakes her head. “No, I want her to stay this little forever and ever.”

“They never do,” Katie says.

After Katie’s makeup is done, she spins so we can see the whole look with the dress.

“Wow,” I say just as Katie’s mom bursts into tears. “You’re stunning.”

“My baby is growing up,” Mrs. Walker says.

“Aw, Mama. I’ve got three babies. I think I’m already grown.”

“I know, I know. This just makes it more real.”

Luke starts fussing, and Gemma quickly takes him. “I’ve got it.”

“Thank you. The last thing I need is to be puked on.”

“Everyone here would understand if you had spit-up on your shoulder.”

“Exactly why I kept the guest list very small.”

She wanted it to be an intimate moment between her and Noah instead of having a big show for the whole damn town.

After the boys are fed, Katie’s mom and aunt make their way out, leaving only Gemma and me with the bride. Katie opens her arms and pulls us into a hug, and that’s when I see the tears begin to fall. I pull away and grab a tissue so her mascara doesn’t run.

“I love you both so much. Thank you for being the best friends I could ever ask for and sharing today with me,” she says.

“You and Noah were always meant to be together,” I say. “You were the right one, wrong time kinda country song, and it was destined you’d find your way back to each other.”

“I know a thing or two about that, too.” Gemma grins. “But yes, I agree!”

Katie sucks in a deep breath as she glances at the clock on the wall. “Guess it’s time to go out there, isn’t it?”

I nod. “Yes it is, soon-to-be Mrs. Noah Reid.”

We head out into the hallway, and as soon as I see Archer, I hook my arm through his. When Noah asked him to be a groomsman a few months ago, Katie took the opportunity to pair us together.