Page 118 of The Problem with Dating

CHAPTER34

Alex

In a perfect world, the wedding would’ve gone off without a single hiccup. Everything would’ve been smooth sailing from beginning to end, yet that wasn’t how life worked. We lived in an imperfect world where things went wrong.

Luckily, Yara was around to do last-minute errands to stores for safety pins, superglue, and the list of random tasks I’d kept shooting her way via text.

“The officiant isn’t here,” Noah told me, holding his phone in his hand as he paced back and forth. “The officiant isn’t here! I guess he ate at some crappy seafood place last night and has been sick all morning. He just now told us. Fifteen minutes before the wedding!”

Inside, I panicked. Outside, I kept my cool because that was the best man’s job. To panic inside while remaining cool, calm, and collected on the outside.

“It’s okay,” I told him, patting his shoulder. “We’ll figure it out.”

“How?” he said. “We need an officiant for the wedding. We can’t do it without one,” Noah exclaimed, his worry growing by the second.

“Uh, sorry to interrupt, but I have the superglue that was requested,” Yara said, walking into the men’s dressing room. I turned to find her and almost lost my breath.

She looked breathtaking as she stood in front of me. She wore a long, ruffled peach strapless gown that danced across the front of her cream heels. Her hair was pulled back into a high bun, except for a few curls that framed her face. Her makeup was light but perfect. Everything about her was perfect.

“Sorry,” she apologized again. She smiled at Noah. “I overheard the officiant issue, and well, if you need one, I’m ordained.”

I cocked an eyebrow. “You are?”

“Yeah. My sister Willow randomly thought she fell in love once with this fisherman from Alaska. Long story short, they got married on a fishing boat, and I officiated it. They ended things two days later after Willow became a vegan, but alas. I still have my license.”

“No way.” Noah gasped, placing his hands on the sides of his head in shock. “You’ll do it?”

“Of course. If you get me a program, I can see the order of the ceremony and write a few words to make sure it flows well. Not a big deal,” she said.

“It’s a big deal,” Noah and I said in sync.

Yara smiled. “I’m just here to help.”

Noah dove into Yara’s arms and hugged her tightly. “Perfect. Thank you. I gotta tell the girls to let Mandy know we are all good to go. But thank you, Yara. Seriously.” Noah turned to me and pointed sternly. “Break her heart, and I’ll break your back, dude.”

I laughed. “Noted.”

Noah scattered off to let the others know of the bomb had been defused.

I turned back to Yara and shook my head. She smiled at me.

“You look,” we said at the same time.

A small laugh fell from both of our mouths. “You first,” I said.

“You look like royalty,” she told me. “And you smell delicious, too.”

I smirked. “Thank you.”

“Now,” she said, stepping back and doing a spin. “How do I look?”

My heart skipped as I took her in. “Like every dream come true.”

Her eyes fluttered from my words. “Thank you, Alex.” She moved in closer and straightened my bow tie. She softly spoke words that fucked with my mind. “I can’t believe it, actually.”

“Believe what?”

“That anyone has ever let you go.”

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