Page 111 of Three Pucking Wedding Dates

“Thank you,” I say with a genuine smile, touched by their newfound kindness. “You all look beautiful too.”

Together, we put on our finishing touches, chattering about the excitement ahead. The tension from earlier has dissolved, leaving behind a sense of camaraderie that I never expected to find in this group.

“Are you nervous?” a bridesmaid asks me, her gaze meeting mine in the mirror.

“Maybe a little,” I confess, fiddling with the delicate bracelet around my wrist. “But I’m also excited. Today is about celebrating love, and I’m grateful to be a part of it.”

“Your guys will be there supporting you,” another bridesmaid reminds me, a teasing glint in her eye. “All three of them.”

I laugh, feeling my cheeks flush. “Yes, they will. I couldn’t ask for better partners.”

“Okay, ladies,” someone announces, clapping her hands together. “It’s time to head out.”

A flutter of anticipation rises within me as we file out of the room, our heels clicking softly against the polished floor. I take a deep breath, my thoughts racing between apprehension and hope.

EPILOGUE

THEO

The sunlight streaming through the stained-glass windows casts a kaleidoscope of colors across Oakley’s face, and I can’t tear my gaze away. She stands among the other bridesmaids like a diamond in a sea of glass, her beauty undeniably mesmerizing.

“Dan must be kicking himself right now,” Reid murmurs beside me, his mischievous green eyes glinting with shared disbelief.

“Choosing Georgia over Oakley?” Gray chimes in, his warm brown eyes filled with concern as he looks at our dear friend. “He’s got to see what he’s missing.”

I take in Oakley’s gracefulness, the way she carries herself with a quiet confidence that sets her apart from the others. Memories of that intimate moment we shared years ago flood my mind, and a pang of longing courses through me.

“Oakley deserves so much better,” I whisper, barely realizing I’ve spoken my thoughts out loud.

“Damn right she does,” Reid agrees, nodding his head firmly. “And we all know it.”

The church doors swing open, revealing Georgia in a breathtaking white gown, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders like liquid gold. Her eyes are bright with a mix of nervousness and pride, and for a moment, I’m struck by her beauty. But as she steps forward, the truth of who she is—manipulative and cunning—overshadows any physical appeal.

“Here comes the bride,” Gray mutters beside me, his tone laced with disdain.

Reid scoffs quietly, crossing his arms over his chest. “More like ‘here comes the trouble,’” he adds.

I can’t help but agree, watching as Georgia glides down the aisle toward Dan, her smile wide and her posture radiating confidence. Behind her, Oakley’s expression is a mix of annoyance and resignation, and it pains me to see her like this.

“Please let this be over soon,” I whisper under my breath, though part of me already knows that things won’t go according to plan.

As Georgia finally reaches Dan at the altar, the priest begins the ceremony, speaking with gentle authority about the sanctity of marriage. It’s clear that everyone in the room is expecting a traditional, picture-perfect wedding—everyone, that is, except for us.

“Dan,” the priest says, turning to the groom, “do you take Georgia to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

There’s a pause, and then, instead of reciting his vows, Dan interrupts the proceedings with a shocking confession. “No, I can’t marry Georgia.”

The crowd gasps, and I feel a sudden surge of adrenaline course through me. Beside me, Gray and Reid exchange glances, their expressions a mixture of surprise and anticipation.

“Dan, what are you saying?” Georgia demands, her honeyed tone quickly turning sharp. “What’s the meaning of this?”

“Georgia,” Dan replies, his voice filled with regret, “I found out about your infidelity and the false pregnancy. I can’t marry someone who’s been lying to me like this.”

A stunned silence falls over the church as Georgia’s face turns ashen, her piercing blue eyes wide with shock. This is it—the moment when everything changes. My heart races, knowing that our lives are about to take a drastically different course.

“Dan…” Georgia stammers, trying desperately to regain control of the situation. “It’s not what you think. I can explain.”

But Dan shakes his head, his brown eyes hardening with resolve. “No, Georgia. You’ve already said enough. This wedding is off.”

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