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and his intentions are great, but it doesn’t make any sense. “What?

Get married? You already proposed to me.”

“Yeah, I did. And we signed the marriage documents to get our

license, remember?”

“I do. Where are you going with this, Percy?”

“We should get married today.”

I look around, the security guard looming nearby like he’s looking for

a hard answer. “Okay, wait,” I breathe, my head in a daze. “What are

you talking about, Percy? Get married, right now? Right here? This is

Farrah and Ryan’s wedding. Isn’t that a little weird?”

“Not really. It’s all paid for, darling. Someone should get married

here today, and we have a marriage license. It should be us, right?”

I still sit back, too stunned to speak for a while. “I don’t—it’s just a bit

—”

“Do it,” Julius calls.

Soon, the other guys are chiming in and chanting the same thing. I

even catch the caterers against the far side of the tent chanting as

well, people still putting out vases of white roses on the tables

because they haven’t heard the news yet.

A wedding is going to happen here today, and maybe Percy is right.

It should be us.

“Are you sure?” I ask, whispering for only him to hear. I lean

forward, staring deep into his golden eyes. “Having a child together

and being engaged is one thing. Getting married is huge, Percy. Are

we ready for that? It’s only been what, four or five months?”

“Darling, I’ve never been more sure of anything in my whole life.”

I stare at him, and see nothing but confidence. It’s more about

making sure this is what he wants than anything else.

I’ve known I want to marry Percy Elrod since he proposed to me the

first time—the real-time.

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