Page 161 of Daddy P.I. 3.0

I nod. “It’s stupid.”

Niall sweeps down to kiss me on the cheek, his bright red quiff quivering. “Nothing’s stupid on your wedding day. Shaan and I were old hands at the wedding thing by the time we married Vashi and I still sent our best man to check on her about a hundred times.”

I laugh tearily.

“Did he really?” I ask when he leaves.

Vashi nods. “Men are so silly. Where was I going to go? Shaan had my plane ticket.”

Everyone laughs.

Master Niall returns after less than a minute. “There’s a bloke down the hall who resembles your daddy, except he’s a wee bit green around the gills. Think he might be waiting for you. Ready for your surprise?”

I nod.

Niall opens the door. Brenna and True walk in. Bren has a white wicker basket over her arm. True’s carrying Livvy. All three of them are dressed in long gowns, flesh-toned at the topwith beaded sea-shells cupped over their breasts. Their skirts are layers of blue and green. Livvy kicks her feet in a froth of ocean gauze.

Mermaids. They’re mermaids.

The tears run. I can’t help it.

Bren smiles at me as her own tears start.

I rush to her. “You can’t cry. You’re a mermaid. Mermaid tears are precious.”

She hugs me, careful of my scaled cape. “You’re precious. Get out there. Logan’s going to faint before he even sees you and I can’t let Sir win a hundred dollars.”

“I’m ready,” I tell her, even though I’m not. I have no idea if I can make it down the aisle. Maybe it’s good we have a lot of attendants. They can carry me.

Bren turns, showing the jewel-toned mermaid and baby among the tattoos on her upper back, and walks out into the corridor, beckoning True after her. Master Mac steps in around her, giving her a quick kiss and a smack on the ass as they pass each other. He’s wearing a morning suit in dove gray, his tie and cummerbund rippling with blue and green to match the mermaids. He takes off his top hat and bows to me. “Come on, sweetheart.”

I nod since I can’t manage one word.

We line up. Sammi first, then Aggie, then Yummy, then Laurel, then Cynnie and Vashi, arm-in-arm since their Doms are co-best-men.

Daisy helps arrange my veil over my face, careful not to snag it on my tiara. I know a veil is super-traditional and patriarchal but I didn’t wear a veil when I married Ash and I want this wedding to be as unlike that one as possible.

Daisy offers me her arm. She’s wearing a suit similar to Mac’s, only hers has a leather mini-skirt that shows off her long legs, and a pink tie and cummerbund. Her outrageously high,velvet platforms are the same hot pink. I love her movie-star sense of style.

On my other side, Mac offers me his arm. Daisy scoops my bouquet off the table and passes it to me. I realize she’s wrapped a white linen hankie around the bottom of the bouquet.

I sniffle at her gratefully.

Between my Best Mommy Domme and the Mac Granddaddy, I walk out into the hallway. Bren and True stand on either side of the closed door to the chapel itself. I can hear the faint strains of “Ode to Joy.” Daddy’s choice. Because of all the joy I bring to his life, he said.

I blink through fresh tears.

With a wink at me, Bren opens the door. True and Livvy walk through first, Livvy burbling and kicking. Bren follows them, handing out tiny bouquets of white paper roses right and left into the audience as she goes. My eyes follow her motion. At first, I think the Elvi are taking up the back rows. Then my eyes catch on an imperiously gray-quiffed Elvis. Mistress Maude grins at me.

Elvi. A whole sea of Elvi in brilliant white jumpsuits with flashing rhinestones. Short, tall, Mistress Dana whip-slim, Master Harold barrel-chested in his open white shirt. Queen Twitch’s crown matches the jumpsuit’s rhinestones. Elvi everywhere. They’veallcome as Elvis.

I begin giggling.

Sammi follows Brenna, holding his arms out so his aquamarine cape, attached at his wrists, flares open behind him.

Spreading into wings.

My flight proceeds down the aisle, flaring their wings: blue-green, purple, orange, emerald, yellow, and red.

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