Fairytale Chapel.
Pulling the aviators off the top of my head, I slide them on.
We walked into this building less than thirty minutes ago. And now we’re about to walk out so we can get married at theFairytale Chapel.
Fairytale.
I blink behind the dark lenses.
Honestly, I didn’t think I’d ever get married. No particular reason why. I just haven’t really been lucky in the love department. So… I assumed.
But I’m a lover of dresses. And sparkly things. And love stories…
So even though I didn’t think I’d ever be walking down the aisle, I still imagined it.
What I’d wear.
What flowers I’d have.
The sort of man I’d marry.
I sneak a look at Ethan.
His boots match mine. Only his are functional. Broken in. And… huge.
But everything above that… we’re opposites.
He’s big and gruff and strong.
I’m short and soft and still working on being assertive.
Ethan slips his phone back into his pocket, having apparently memorized the directions. Then he reaches out and shoves the front door open, holding it so I can walk through ahead of him.
Releasing my hold of him, I do. And then I look back just in time to see him let go of the door after he steps through, not holding it for my approaching family.
I bite my lip to keep from laughing.
It would probably come out hysterical. And I’m afraid if I lose my composure now, I may never regain it.
Ethan glances down at me, then, as is becoming our habit, he holds his hand out, and I take it.
He dips his chin, and as the door reopens behind us, we descend the steps to the sidewalk.
We stay quiet as we retrace our steps and pass the parking ramp.
I have so many things I want to say. To ask. But Ethan is right, we can talk later.
After we get married.
I grip Ethan’s hand tighter as stress fills my body.
He’s being so cool about all this.
And I know we can just get a divorce. There was nothing in the letter about length of time.
I tighten my hold on Ethan’s hand even more when I remember that it did mention a time period.
It said I’d get the money on each birthday, over four years.