Page 154 of Saving Tatum (Trace + Olivia 4)

Rowan’s cheeks flared and her eyes flickered to her sister, me, and then back to Olivia. “That’s what the honeymoon is for,” she finally answered, lowering her gaze.

Olivia grinned and I tried to contain my laugh. I failed.

Rowan looked up at me and let out a soft sigh. “Trenton can be very convincing when he wants something, and the more we talked the more I could see where he was coming from.”

“You don’t need to justify it to me,” I assured her. “As longs as this is what you want, I’ll support you. Especially since it won’t be my baby. I can spoil them and then when they cry I can give them back to you.”

Rowan laughed. “Sounds like a plan.”

Someone knocked on the door and then it swung open. It was Lily, Trace and Trent’s mom, and she was dressed to perfection. Her gown was a lovely rose color that complemented her complexion and her dark brown hair cascaded around her shoulders. She didn’t look her age at all.

“Are you all ready?”

The lady finished with Ivy’s hair and nodded her head.

“It’s time for everyone to get lined up.” Lily clapped her hands together. Her eyes softened when they landed on Rowan and she held back tears. “Oh, Rowan, you look stunning.”

“Thank you,” Rowan bowed her head slightly. Raising it, she bit her lip. “There’s something I’ve wanted to ask you, but I’ve been too scared.”

“Go ahead, sweetie,” Lily encouraged, coming to stand by Rowan’s side.

“Well,” Rowan looked up at Lily, “I don’t have any parents, so I was hoping, maybe…” Rowan bit her lip, her eyes darting nervously from Lily to the floor, “that you’d walk me down the aisle.”

Lily gasped and dove at Rowan for a hug. “Oh, sweetie, of course I will.”

Rowan’s eyes widened with shock as she lifted her arms to hug Lily back. Clearly she wasn’t expecting that kind of reaction.

The wedding planner showed up then, guiding us out of the room and to where we were to wait.

The wedding was being held on the back lawn of Wentworth mansion. I hadn’t seen how it had been transformed yet, but I was sure it was magical. I knew not to expect anything less fr

om the Wentworth’s.

I caught sight of Tristan, who had Bartholomew—Trent’s ferret—on a leash, and tied around the critter’s neck were Trent and Row’s wedding bands. I couldn’t help laughing about it.

Rowan giggled as well. “Trent was adamant that Bartholomew be a part of the wedding in some way, so I let him have his fun.”

We lined up in order and since Trace was Trent’s best man he was to escort me, and Jude had Olivia.

Jude looked me up and down, licking his lips like I was a dessert he wanted to devour. When his eyes met mine, he chuckled at being caught and sent me a wink.

Trace held out his arm for me and I took it, adjusting my grip on my bouquet.

The music started up and that was our cue.

The aisle was made of white and pale pink flower petals—the ones Ivy dropped were painted silver—giving it a mythical appearance, like we were in a fairy garden or something. Trent stood beneath an arch of some kind of large white flower that I didn’t recognize. His hands were clasped together and he looked dangerously handsome in his tuxedo—although, I had to admit I thought Jude looked even better in his. Poor Trent looked scared out of his mind, and he was probably afraid Rowan would change her mind and turn into the runaway bride. She’d run from him a lot, so his fears were justified, but I knew Rowan wasn’t going anywhere.

Trace and I reached the end of the aisle and I released his arm. He went to stand by his brother—giving him a firm pat on his shoulder, before lowering his head to whisper something in his ear.

Jude smirked at me and went to stand by Trace.

The music changed and everyone rose to look at Rowan as she started up the aisle.

I heard Trent gasp and murmur, “Wow.”

Rowan’s eyes lowered and her cheeks flushed as her groom gazed upon her. She looked excited and scared all at the same time.

Lily kissed her on the cheek and gave her hand to her son.

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