Page 172 of Beautiful Trauma
He smiled as he slowly walked over to me. “You look gorgeous,zaika.”
Tears pooled in my eyes. “What are you doing here?”
“Kellan asked me to come.”
I gasped. “He set this up?”
“Yes, he did as a wedding surprise for you.”
“Oh my God,” I murmured.
“After learning he was the one who got the specialist to me, I figured I could set aside my trauma for the day you two.”
“Really?” At his nod, tears pooled in my eyes. “You don’t know how happy it makes me that you’re here.”
“I feel the same way. I truly do.”
I then threw myself into his arms. “I love you, Dima.”
“I love you, too,zaika.”
As I squeezed him tight, I said, “I know this would make Mama so happy.”
A shudder of emotion reverberated through him. “Yes, it would.”
“While this is all so sweet and beautiful, we really have to get going,” Orla implored.
With a laugh, I pulled away from Dima. “Okay, okay, I’m coming.”
She nodded. “I’ve got to take my seat now, so the wedding coordinator will do the rest.”
We followed Orla to the door. All my bridesmaids were in line, along with Julianna and Piper who were my flower girls. Callum also stood with Caterina because he was going to be helping her wrangle Declan and Donnovan, our two ring bearers.
After I slid my arm through Dima’s, I smiled up at him. “Ready to give me away?”
“I wouldn’t be to any other man, but Kellan truly is worthy of you.”
As the massive church organ started up, I kissed Dima’s cheek. “Thank you.”
It felt like the bridal party took forever. When it was finally time for us, I craned my neck to get a look at Kellan. Even though he hated all the hoopla surrounding weddings, not to mention being the center of attention, he’d insisted on giving me the wedding of my dreams.
When we started down the aisle, the guests rose. It felt like I was walking on air as I glided up the marble floor to the altar. The closer I got to Kellan the more overwhelmed with emotion I became. By the time I stood before him, tears streamed down my cheeks.
Instead of waiting for the priest to ask who gave this woman, Kellan pulled me into his arms. “You are the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen.”
“Thank you,” I sniffled.
“Don’t cry.”
“I can’t help it. I’m so happy.”
“So am I.”
As he brought his lips to mine, I didn’t care that we were breaking the rules. All I cared about was the beautiful man before me with the even more beautiful heart. The one who had taught me to embrace my beautiful trauma.
My savior.
My husband.
