Page 170 of Here and Now
He slides the ring that his grandfather gave his grandmother onto my finger, where it will stay until the end of time.
epilogue
Miles
“Relax,” Doug says, brushing at my shoulders. “She’ll be here.”
I grumble under my breath and glance down at my phone again. Instead of a long engagement, Penelope and I agreed to a small, intimate, and fast wedding.
No need to wait months, we waited long enough to find each other, and I didn’t want more than a month to pass.
Today is the day—well, if the bride shows up.
Lachlan enters the room, closing the door quickly. “She’s not here yet, but I talked to Ainsley and she said it’s fine, everything will be okay.”
“Where is she?” I ask.
“You know, she didn’t mention it. My fiancée wasn’t very forthcoming with her information.”
I roll my eyes. “If she went to the falls ...”
Along with telling Penelope the story of the falls and how they came to be, Hazel also informed her that it’s tradition to go there on your wedding day and jump in with your bridal party.
Is that a thing?
No.
Am I going to kill Hazel?
Yup.
No matter how much I told Penelope that Hazel was fucking with her, she kept saying that other people also informed her, mysister being one, that this is a thing, and she didn’t want to break with tradition.
Everyone in my life sucks.
The door opens again, and this time it’s Everett. “You doing okay? I mean, I know getting stood up at your wedding isn’t easy, but I secured a back door where there’s no one that’ll see you.”
I flip him off. “Dickhead.”
He chuckles. “I’m sure it’ll be fine.”
Well, I know one way to piss him off. “Hey, can you do me a favor, since you’re a groomsman and everything?”
“Yeah, what’s up? Do you need a getaway car?”
“Can you find Violet and make sure she’s not sitting alone? I worry since Hazel is with the girls.”
He glares at me. “Sure.”
I grin. “Thanks.”
I grab my phone, calling Penelope again, but it goes to voicemail. “Hello, my love, I’m here ... at the church, you know, where you’re supposed to be because we are getting married today. Not sure what you’re doing, but you know ... if you could get here, that would be great.”
I hang up and Doug chuckles. “She’ll be here. She loves you. Trust me, it’ll be fine.”
Trusting him isn’t the issue. It’s that she’s not freaking here.
Quinn enters the room next, because at this point it’s just a revolving door. “I called her again and Ashton, no clue what they’re doing, but if my wife has any say in this, it’s trouble.”
