Page 115 of Harbinger

“What’s Jerry doing here?” I ask.

“She’s just being a grouch like always. Ignore her.”

Reasonable.

“Okay, are you ready?” he asks, already unfastening the blindfold.

“I think so?”

The afternoon sun blinds me, and I have to shield my face in order for my eyes to adjust. But when they do, I can’t help but feel teary.

“What is this?”

“It’s our wedding,” Ronan says, reaching for my hand.

He wears a nice black suit. The one I complimented him the most on when we go to dinners and galas as part of his cover.

His hair is messy, tousled in thatI just got out of bedway that only a man can pull off.

His facial hair is grown out, but it’s shaved pretty close to his face. I told him he was treading on thin ice with that one.

Which isn’t really true. I love his face no matter what it looks like, whether it be naked or hairy.

His eyes are sparkling as he takes my hand, spinning me.

He dressed me upstairs after blindfolding me, telling me to promise not to feel the fabric or cheat and try to spot it in a mirror somewhere. Which, to be fair, is a reasonable request, considering I always tip my head back all the way, trying to get a peek.

There are a couple chairs lining a little makeshift aisle. It’s surrounded by flowers leading to a beautiful arch covered in hydrangeas.

Standing under it is Jerry, who holds several pieces of paper in her hands.

She beams at me, her eyes misty.

Elena, Kim, Brandon, and Zach all sit around, smiling up at me as they watch us.

My dress is a long white silk number with little flowy sleeves and lace detailing.

My hair, now a shade darker than it was, is half up and half down, braided into a bun at the top of my head by Elena, who told me that Ronan was bringing me on a date.

I didn’t think a date meant a date to the backyard to get remarried.

“You didn’t invite Paul?” I chuckle, watching as Jerry winks at me.

Jerry, who has been very secretive about her very own love life. Disappearing most nights and only coming home when the sun is about to come back out.

She’s been tired lately, but she deserves it. She works hard.

As for me, I was approved to become a Fallen Angel. I think it was a mix of Jerry pulling for me, Ronan admitting that we were already, indeed, married, and the fact that I have no family left other than Jerry.

But I’m just glad it happened.

Ronan takes my hand, leading me through the flowers. We stop in front of Jerry, who hugs me.

“You deserve this, you dickhead,” she pauses as we smile at each other, crinkling the paper in her hands before clearing her throat.

“Ronan, do you take my beautiful twin sister to be your wedded wife, to have and to hold, so that every time I piss you off, you can’t stop thinking about it?”

“I don’t think this is what they really say at weddings,” Zach whispers loudly.

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