Page 695 of Rock Me All Night
"You sure you don't want a drink?" Pete slides his cell into his slacks. "You're shaking."
"I'm sure."
The elevator stops on the ground floor. We step into the lobby and make our way through to the driveway.
Maui is casual. And it's a marriage capital. With the two of us in suits, it's clear we're headed to a wedding.
Everybody stops us to ask if one of us is getting married.
Pete keeps pointing to me with a smile and ahe's the lucky groom.
Everyone says congratulations.
Like they mean it.
I'm used to attention from strangers, but this is different than the celebrity thing. People aren't happy for me because they think they know me. They're just happy.
I guess it's cause they believe in love and fairy tales and all that shit.
Before Willow, I thought that was bullshit.
But now, I'm a believer.
Fuck, I'm the king of cheesy romance.
We climb into our cab and take it to the ceremony site. I spend the entire fucking ride trying to inhale deep breaths.
Then we park.
And Pete pays the driver.
And I'm light enough to float away. I don't know how I manage to get out of the cab.
There's the coordinator, in a sharp black pencil skirt and a matching blazer.
And she's standing next to Mom.
And Mom is in that pink dress, her now turquoise hair framing her face.
She smiles as she takes me in.
It's written all over her face.My son is about to get married.
I don't know why, but that makes it feel a thousand times more real.
The coordinator nods to Pete. "Are you the best man?"
"Yeah," says.
"I need you with the maid of honor." She has a completely straight face, even though Drew is the maid of honor.
Pete turns to me. "Almost show time."
"Yeah." I run my hand through my hair. "Anything out of place?"
"Nah. You look perfect." He pulls me into a bear hug. "You're gonna be fucking great at married life."
"Yeah."
