Page 141 of Fake As Puck
“Yeah, he does.”
“The vows were beautiful.”
“They were.”
We’re interrupted by the band starting up, and Jake and Sarah take the floor for their first dance.
It’s sweet and intimate and exactly the kind of moment that makes you believe in love stories.
“Dance with me?” I ask when the song ends, and other couples start joining them on the floor.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
She fits perfectly in my arms, like she was designed to be there.
“You look incredible tonight,” I tell her as we sway to something slow and romantic.
“You clean up pretty well yourself.”
“Thanks.”
We dance through three songs, and I spin her around like we’re the only people on the floor.
Like we’re already married.
Like this is our wedding and our song and our beginning.
The band shifts to something upbeat, and suddenly we’re surrounded by the entire party, including my parents and Tessa and David with the girls.
It’s chaotic and fun and exactly the kind of moment I want to remember forever.
“Such a good wedding,” she says over the music.
“Really good wedding.”
She looks over my shoulder. “Your cousin looks so happy.”
I look over at him, and Jake nods at me. I nod back.
I think about how much I don’t want this night to end. How much I don’t want any of this to end.
Maybe tonight’s the night.
Maybe tonight’s the night we start being honest about what this is.
39
During the father-daughter dance, I slip away from the reception.
My heart is pounding so hard I’m sure everyone can hear it, but the music and laughter cover my escape as I make my way to the bridal suite where Tessa and Linda are waiting with the second dress.
“You ready for this?” Tessa asks, helping me out of the green dress I’ve been wearing all evening.
“No. Absolutely not. This is insane.” I feel frantic. I feel so not ready for this.
“This is romantic,” Linda corrects, holding up the white dress they picked out—simple, flowing, perfect for what we’re about to do.
“I’m nervous. I’m going to mess it up. I’m going to forget my lines.”
