She shakes her head. She tries to hold the poker face, but she can't. Her expression softens. Her smile spreads over her cheeks. "I really am happy for you two."
"Yeah?"
"Couldn't happen to two better people." She smiles. "She really loves you."
"I really love her."
"Did you have to do it this fast?"
"Wouldn't you if you were me?"
Mom laughs. "True."
The coordinator is walking back towards us. She laser focuses on me. "You're up."
I nod. I'm up. I'm about to walk down the aisle to wait for Willow.
I'm about to get married.
Fuck, I'm a wimp when it comes to nerves. I can't handle this shit.
I take Mom's arm.
The coordinator leads us down the path. We stop behind a small rental building. We're out of view of the ceremony site, but we can see it if we peek around the corner.
It's on the sand and it's fucking perfect, all pink flowers and turquoise ribbons and white chiffon blowing in the wind.
All our friends are sitting in those little white chairs.
They're watching the maid of honor and the best man walk down the aisle together. Drew and my brother are walking arm in arm.
Drewiswearing eyeliner. Kara must be happy about that.
A deep breath does nothing to calm my nerves. Drew has been with Willow all day. That means she's here too. She's with the other coordinator, hidden somewhere I won't see her.
Fuck.
This is about to happen.
The coordinator nods to us. "Whenever you're ready."
Whenever I'm ready.
Iexhale slowly. I shrug my shoulders. I stare out at the clear ocean and think about how it goes forever.
Like our love.
Like the tattoos on our hips.
Like all that cheesy shit.
"Are you ready?" Mom asks.
I manage to hold her gaze. "I am." I really am.
She smiles and takes the first step.
We walk around the corner together.