Page 93 of A Play for Love

“Sorry, Sof.” Jenni smiled as she stood across the room, holding up the box with my other bracelet in it. “I had to swipe it so you wouldn’t put it on.”

Picking up my phone, I sent Nathan a text message.

“Thank you for the bracelet. It’s perfect. I love you so much.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart. I can’t wait to marry you. I’ll see you soon. I love you.”

“Did you all know about this?” I asked the girls.

“Of course, we knew.” Charlotte smiled.

There was another knock at the door, and when Grace answered it, my mother walked in with Nicholas.

“Oh, boy.” She fanned her eyes when she saw me. “You look so beautiful, darling.”

“Thanks, Mom.” I took Nicholas from her and hugged him tight. “I’ve missed you, my sweet boy.”

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Nathan

I stood at the altar with my hands folded as my brothers and cousins stood beside me. I looked around the gardens where many Kind weddings had taken place, and it was just as beautiful each time. When I attended the weddings of my Uncle Henry and my cousins, I never thought in a million years I’d be the one standing up here waiting for my bride to walk down the aisle. I had the same thoughts that Grayson and Gabriel were feeling now. But I knew deep down and that in time, they’d be standing up here waiting for the love of their lives, whether they believed it or not.

“You nervous?” Conner placed his hand on my back.

“Not at all.” I smirked.

“Liar.” The corners of his mouth curved upward.

The minister walked over, shook my hand, and took his place, which meant it was time for the ceremony to start. I inhaled a deep breath as the music began to play, and the girls began walking down one by one, looking as stunning as ever. A tear sprung to my eye when I saw my beautiful daughter walking down with a smile on her face. She walked up to me, and I knelt down as she kissed my cheek.

“You got this. I love you, Dad.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

Emilia took her place at the piano, and Georgia lifted her violin from the case. They began beautifully playing the wedding march as my bride slowly walked down the aisle. Bringing my thumb up to my eye, I wiped the tears that wanted to fall.

“Who gives this woman’s hand in marriage?” the minister asked.

“I do,” Rose spoke as she placed Sofia’s hand in mine.

“Hi.” I smiled.

“Hi.” The corners of Sofia’s mouth curved upward.

The ceremony lasted approximately twenty minutes, and after we said our vows and exchanged rings, the minister pronounced us husband and wife.

“The wait is over, Nathan. You may kiss your bride.” The minister smiled.

Wrapping my arms around her, she brought her hands up to my face, and we shared our first kiss as a married couple. Everyone clapped, shouted, and whistled as our lips stayed locked.

“We did it!” I grinned as I grabbed Sofia’s hand and held it up with mine.

“We sure did.” She laughed.

After taking numerous wedding photos, I took Sofia’s hand and led her to a private spot.

“You have made me the happiest man in the world.” I smiled as I softly stroked her cheek. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and I’m so proud to call you my wife.”

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