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"Isla?" Father Calum takes a tissue from his pocket and wipes his nose, motioning for me to begin my vows.

I take several deep, shaky breaths, trying to tame my emotions so that I can get through this without sobbing. "Dylan, Theo, Henry, each of you adds something invaluable to my life. Dylan, you bring a quiet strength that grounds me. Your calm presence allows me to find peace when life gets overwhelming, and even in your silence, I feel the depth of your love—a steady, unspoken support that I know will always be there.

“Theo, you are my foundation, the one I can lean on without hesitation. Your strength and reliability give me the confidence to face whatever comes our way. You're the one who lifts me when I'm down, who stands by me in every challenge, and who helps me find the courage to keep moving forward.

“Henry, you are the spark that keeps me on my toes. You challenge me to think differently, to embrace new ideas, and to see the world as a place full of possibilities. With you, life is never dull—every day feels like an adventure, and you remind me to find joy in the unexpected.

“I am the person I am today because of the three of you. You have shaped, supported, and loved me in ways that I didn't even know I needed. You've made my life richer, more complete, and more beautiful than I ever imagined possible."

Father Calum steps forward, asking each of the guys if they'll take me as their wife, and then asks me if I'll take each of them as my husband. I'm practically bursting with joy as I slide a ring onto eachof their fingers. They take turns sliding their rings on my ring finger, the three thin bands nesting together beautifully.

Father Calum takes our hands, brings them together, and begins wrapping a length of tartan around them. "May the road rise to meet you, may the wind be always at your back. May the sunshine be warm upon your faces; may the rains fall soft upon your feet. And until we meet again, may the gods hold you in the palm of their hands." He looks up from our hands, a giant grin on his face. "You may kiss your bride."

Henry is the first to crush his lips to mine, murmuring “I love you” over and over against my mouth, tears streaming down his face. Dylan is next, his lips soft and insistent on mine, cherishing this moment. When Dylan finally steps away, Theo picks me up in his arms, spinning me around. The joy on his face brings fresh tears to my eyes. He sets me back on my feet, pressing his forehead to mine. "Thank you isn't enough to express my gratitude, Isla. Thank you for saving me. Us. I will spend every day of the rest of my life showing you how grateful I am." He cradles the back of my head in his hand and presses his lips to mine, dipping me down, taking my breath away. When everybody starts cheering, he pumps his fist in the air, laughing against my lips. With him on one side and Dylan and Henry on the other, we run back up the aisle to the sound of Bruno Mars' “Marry You.”

We make a beeline to the gondolas, the photographer snapping pictures as we climb inside. The doors close, shutting out the cheers, enclosing us in our own little bubble.

"Ready for the best twelve minutes of your married life?" Henry asks, shrugging out of his jacket with a grin.

As the fourof us pile into the limo, the driver congratulates us and slips me a note. I peek out the back window, tearing up as I watch all of our friends and family waving goodbye, sparklers lighting up their smiling faces. I slide my finger under the flap and pull out the card.

My darling Isla,

Thank you for letting me live vicariously through you. Your bags are packed, and everything is taken care of, so relax and have fun! I hope you have a fantastic time on your honeymoon.

Love forever, Charlie

P.S. Lach paid for everything–he said it's part of your wedding present, so enjoy yourselves!

Theo takesthe card from me and reads it. "What is this?"

"Charlie asked me a couple of months ago if she could plan the honeymoon, but she never said anything else. I thought she had forgotten!"

"You really thought Charlie would forget about that?" he asks, handing the note to Dylan.

"Do you have any idea where we're going?" Dylan asks, looking out the window like the inky blackness will give him a clue.

"I have no clue. I guess we'll find out at the airport."

Fifteen minutes later,the limo drives right onto the tarmac, stopping at a small jet. This can't be right. The guys look back at me, their eyes as round as mine. A fight attendant rushes down the stairs, taking the suitcases the driver pulls from the trunk, while another comes to meet us at the limo.

"Good evening! My name is Katie. John and I will be your flight attendants tonight. May I help you with anything?"

"Can you tell us where we're going?" I ask, struggling to get out of the limo in my voluminous dress.

"I'm under strict instructions not to tell you until we land," she says softly, smiling her apology.

"Do we need passports?" I ask, my heart jumping to my throat in panic.

"Yes, Charlie has already given them to me. They're on board."

The sneaky bitch. God, I love her.

"Those are our clothes?" I ask, gesturing to the suitcases John is hauling up the staircase, the guys right behind him with the rest.

"Yes. Charlie said you'll have everything you need for the next three weeks."

"Three weeks? Are you sure you can't tell us where we're going?"

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