Page 89 of Eternally Yours
“I won’t come in, but I just... I need you right now, Minnie...”
Oh, my heart.Emotions clog my throat as I blink the tears away and walk over to the door. “I’m right here… I need you, too.”
I take a final step and rest my forehead against the door. I feel him pressing into the door, the pull from our bodies so strong it can be felt through walls.
I hear the moment his forehead touches the door above mine, then his hand coming to the wood as he taps a finger, letting me know where it is. I set my hand there, lining it up with his and tapping my nail against the door, too.
Suddenly, we’re back to that very first night, the day that changed our lives forever.The day I met the man of my dreams. Stuck in the same position, with only a door separating us as we say goodbye, our hearts leaving with the other.
But today won’t be a goodbye, today is a see you later, a hello forever.
“Are you nervous?” he whispers.
“No, I just want to marry you,” I say with a tearful smile.It’s the only thing I want.
“Me too, baby. Soon.”
We stay silent for a moment, enjoying each other’s presence. But I know we have to get going, everyone is waiting for us downstairs.
“I love you, Silas.”
“I love you, Cecilia,” he murmurs back.
“Come on, son. It’s time for you to get down there. We’re about to start and I need to fetch the bride,” someone says from the other side.
“Yeah, I’m going. See you in a little bit, Minnie.” And then he’s gone.
Seconds later, a soft knock comes to the door, and it opens as I step away. Emma’s dad walks in and smiles tenderly. “My darling, you look absolutely breathtaking.” He wraps his arms around me while he speaks the words.
“Thank you, Mr. Mackenzie.”
“Please, we’ve known each other a long time now, I consider you like my own. I think you can call me by my name now,” he says with a chuckle.
I giggle in return. “Thank you, Lance.”
“That’s better. Are you ready?” He offers me his arm.
I place my hand in the crook of his elbow, along his forearm.
“I’m ready.”
SILAS
I make my way downstairs and out the back doors, heading for the altar where my father stands as our wedding officiant. He got his license to wed simply for us. When Cecilia asked him to officiate our wedding, he broke down in tears. I’ve rarely seen my father cry, but seeing him in that moment had tugged at my heart.
When I arrive by his side, he takes me in a hug and tells me how proud he is, that he couldn’t have picked a better woman for me. I go to offer him an answer, but my emotions are so high I feel like I might burst.
Clearing my throat, I nod and take my place beside my best man, Clay, and groomsmen, Greyson and Spencer. They’re dressed in a black tuxedo jacket with champagne-colored waistcoat and bow tie, a white dress shirt underneath. Mine is simply a black tuxedo jacket, white dress shirt, and black bow tie.
I look around the yard at all our guests seated patiently, waiting for the bride, then gaze around at the transformation the girls have made for the wedding. The yard has been split in two, with the left side being the ceremony and the right the reception.
The ceremony section has rows of white Chiavari chairs separated in half with a white aisle runner. White roses with greenery line the whole walkway.
There are a total of fifty guests, excluding the wedding party. We wanted to keep it to a minimum, so only people close to us were invited. Behind the altar is a beautiful wooden arch with draping gold fabric and more roses and greenery.
On the reception side, a huge U-shaped table is set up. We wanted all our guests to feel included rather than have everyone sitting at different tables. Cecilia and I will be seated at the head of the table with our wedding party to our sides.
Along the parallel legs of the ‘U’, chairs are placed on both sides, having people facing each other. But at the head, no one sits in front of us, giving the bride and groom a view of everyone.
