Page 87 of The Love Trick

“Ohmygosh.Ohmy gosh.”I can barely breathe as Penny finishes lacing up the back of my white gown. I stare at myself in front of a full-length mirror, my hair in perfect beach waves and my flowy, beachy gown hitting in all the right places.

Blaze hasn’t seen it yet.

In fact, he hasn’t even seenmein over twenty-four hours, and I’m itching to see him. No, I’mdyingto see him.

“You look gorgeous, sweetheart.” Mom places her hands on my shoulders.

“He’s going to be shocked,” Aurora adds with a smile, adjusting the last few tendrils of hair falling around my face.

“You think?” I choke out, dabbing at my mascara again. “What if he changes his mind?”

“Ha, I don’t think there’s a chance of that happening.” Penny laughs, looking at me through the mirror. “He’s been in love with you since the day he laid eyes on you, remember?”

“Plus, he’s been with Dad and all his teammates, ready to go long before you were even in this dress.” As the words leave Aurora’s lips, my phone buzzes.

Blaze:See you at the altar in five, baby.

I heart the text and then slip my phone into my bag, turning to my mom with a smile. “It’s time.”

She nods.

Dad comes into the small bridal room at the Hawaiian resort. Unlike Aurora, I’m choosing to get married right out on the beach.

“You know there’s rain moving in,” Dad says. “We need to get a move on unless we all want to end up soaked.”

I squeeze my eyes shut for a split second, trying not to smile too hard. “It’s like God just knows exactly what I want,” I say under my breath, taking my dad’s arm. “I’m ready.”

Mom slips away to go take her seat. Penny and Aurora line up just outside, alongside the rest of the wedding party. I stand by the sliding glass door that leads right to the ocean. It’s not that far of a walk, and out of the glass, I can just catch sight of the top of Blaze’s head.

“You look beautiful.” Dad nudges me. “Blaze is a lucky guy.”

“Yeah?” I look over at him.

“Absolutely.”

The wedding coordinator nods to us and opens the door. Dad leads me out under overcast skies, and I smile wide as our friends and family stand for my entrance. My eyes immediately find Blaze, who’s wiping away moisture from his cheeks.

I blink away tears as my dad leads me all the way down the aisle.

“Welcome to the family, son. Now take good care of her,” Dad says before handing me off to Blaze.

Blaze’s grip is strong and steady, just like the way he’s loved me for the last decade—never mind our little hiccup. It took that to get here.

“You’re stunning,” Blaze says, sniffling. “And I’m being so weak right now.”

“Stop.” I swat him just as a raindrop hits my cheek.

His eyes widen as the minister starts the ceremony. “It’s going to rain,” he mouths.

I stifle my giggle, tipping my head back as the Hawaiian sky opens up, raindrops tickling my skin. The minister keeps going, and I glance over to see my mom shielding her eyes with a mortified look.

But I can’t stop smiling.

Blaze’s amber eyes hold mine as his white dress shirt starts to be speckled, and the minister picks up his pace, spitting out the traditional vows faster than ever.

“This rain,” the minister mutters in between as the sprinkles turn to a steady shower.

“It’s perfect,” I say softly, squeezing Blaze’s hands as we make it to the final few parts of the ceremony.

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