Page 59 of Wild Hit
But on that I’m wrong, because the chapel coordinator shuffles us all around so that the men go in first and I can’t get a clear look, but the one at the altar looks like an older woman in a normal outfit. The door closes and the coordinator extends her arm in a different direction, “Please follow me.”
My roomies turn to me. I fill up my lungs, straighten my back, and say, “Let’s do this.”
We follow the stranger woman to a hidden alcove where another employee awaits. This one’s a guy and he starts passing stuff to the three of us—flowers.
Wait, what? I forgot that I needed to get a bouquet!
And right then, the most perfect arrangement appears in my hands like magic.
My jaw drops as I take it in, the sweet fragrance of fresh flowers and eucalyptus. I’m not very savvy about this but the palette is green and white, which instantly makes my belly feel warm, and the main flowers seem to be carnations. I didn’t know green ones existed.
The girls also have similar bouquets, only smaller. They look absolutely adorable in their pink dresses and with the flowers, and they’re smiling like nothing about this is a sham. Or likeit’s gonna keep them entertained for the next five years. Maybe both.
The warmth in my stomach dissipates, giving room to nerves again. The wordsoh my wordkeep repeating in my head as I’m asked to remain alone in the alcove.
Right, the bride enters last and all that.
“Excuse me, miss,” a third employee says as he walks in dragging a rack with a ton of fabric hanging off it. “Which veil would you like to wear for your special night?”
A veil! I also forgot about that.
There must be at least fifty choices. I’m sure time is precious both in terms of money and also on account of all the people waiting outside to tie the knot. I roam my eyes across the selection once and a ruffle catches my attention. Clutching the bouquet against my chest, I reach for it and fan it out. It’s one of the simplest ones, intricate lacework in the shape of… carnations? Seems like serendipity.
“This one,” I declare.
“Excellent choice, please allow me to fit it.”
Dude’s near my height, so I take a seat as he works on pinning the veil to my hair at the top of my head.
Suddenly, the veil comes over my face and oh, shit. This is really happening.
My legs are lead as I get back up. My head is also just as heavy. Veil guy ushers me toward the door and he says something. Going by his smile, it’s a good thing. I return the gesture and walk in. And freeze.
The wedding march plays from a piano delicately. The inside of the chapel is cozy—no basketball will be played here—and there are lovely green touches everywhere. In ribbons, flowers, even crystals. Nothing looks cheap, like actual effort was put into this. There’s only one problem, though.
I didn’t put any.
My eyes snap to Miguel and I really look at him.
He’s in a pristine white button shirt that without a doubt was tailor made. No off the shelves clothes would ever fit those massive shoulders and arms, and a tapered waist like that. Same for his blue slacks. His thighs and calves would rip normal pants off.
Also, how are his legs so freaking straight? Most people with his height have some bow to them. I look down at my legs. Even mine are a bit curved.
And there, pinned to his shirt pocket, is a tiny arrangement with one carnation that matches my bouquet.
Someone slides next to me and I jump. It’s Lucky. He offers me his arm and throws a smirk as a freebie. “Normally dads do this, but none of us are big fans of him, so I’ll be usurping him gladly.”
I shake my head in awe. “Never change, Lucky.”
“Definitely not planning to,” he says casually, and with no further warning he starts walking me down the aisle.
The wedding march continues uninterrupted. Flashes go off from the sides—someone’s taking pictures. Behind Miguel, Cade and Logan stand with matching green carnations pinned to their shirts. Also white. And they also wear blue slacks of different shades.
My eyes ping back to my bridesmaids in their varying pink shades. There’s no way this is a coincidence. These adorable jerks must’ve planned this behind the scenes so that we look like we meant to be here on purpose.
And the flowers too. And the decoration. And absolutely everything else I didn’t even imagine was necessary.
Well, that explains why Miguel has been busy texting the whole night. He was busy planning everything with whoever his cousin is.
