Page 114 of Accidental Husband

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And now—

Fuck. I take a deep breath. Exhale slowly. "I guess I'll see you in ten minutes."

Jules smiles. "Yeah."

The wedding planner escorts her into the suite.

I move into the groom's room. It's a tiny office with a mirror and a single chair.

I ditch my clothes. Change into fresh ones. I'm not sure what inspired me to bring two suits to Vegas but thank fuck for that.

My body buzzes with nervous energy. I'm not used to it. I'm not used to putting my heart on the line.

Jules is the best thing that ever happened to me.

I can't lose her.

Whatever happens, I won't lose her.

There isn't champagne in the groom's room (if I can be so charitable as to call it a room). Only bottles of water.

I uncap one. Drink it in three gulps. Try to find a trash can.

A knock interrupts me. "Mr. Prince, we're ready for you."

I open the door.

Th perky wedding planner smiles. She offers her arm, escorts me through the hallway, down the aisle, all the way to the altar.

The King winks. He mumbles words of advice. Something about taking care of my wife and taking care of business.

Music drowns him out.

The wedding march.

Fuck.

My heart pounds like a war drum.

This is really happening. I'm really marrying my best friend.

Holy fucking shit.

Jules steps onto the aisle in her wedding dress.

She's every bit the angel in that ivory silk. It clings to her chest, waist, hips.

Her eyes meet mine.

Time stops.

I stare at her.

She stares at me.

The music fills the room.

I swear to God, she floats to the altar.

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