Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
“Well, that’s lucky. Because you only have one.”
He laughed. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you married.”
He held his elbow out, and I looped our arms together.
The bridesmaids went first, standing on the other side of the groomsmen—Whitton, Campbell, Jordan, Julian, Santi, and Yorke. Three years in Cosmere had solidified West’s place in the band. He was one of them now. Santi and Yorke were as much his brothers as Whitt, Jordan, and Julian were. He and Campbell were closer than ever, working on new music together, as they always had here in Lubbock. The fans loved him, and he’d even gotten his own fanbase nickname—Westies. I still laughed, thinking about his face when he’d found out what they were calling themselves.
“You’re up,” Tessi told me.
The entire audience rose to their feet as “Nora’s Melody,” played by a string quartet, filled the air. My heart rose to my throat at the first note of that song. It had never become a Cosmere song. Though they’d argued awhile about whether it should go on the next album. But West swore, until the day he died, that the only person that song belonged to was me. And it was forever my song.
My dad took the first step forward across the rose-lined pathway. I held my head high as we moved toward my groom. The rest of the audience became a blur as I walked. I knew my friends and family were there. West’s mom and dad sitting on opposite sides of a bench in the front row. My aunts on the opposite side with a space left for my dad. But still, I didn’t meet any faces.
Every wedding that I’d ever done, my favorite moment was when the groom caught sight of his bride for the first time. It was magical. This look of pure adoration and disbelief that he’d gotten lucky enough to have this woman. Sometimes, he cried. Sometimes, he had to cover his mouth. Sometimes, he just looked shocked. Every time, it was beautiful. Every single one was the perfect moment for them. I’d never trade it. Not for anything.
And now, I got to have my moment with my groom.
I turned down the aisle, and there he was.
Weston Wright.
My groom. My forever.
A smile broke onto his face, a look of pure awe as his gaze ran down my dress and then back up to my face. It was a new look. And yet so like how he’d been looking at me every day for the last three years. This was the magic, the moment. But it came from a million magical moments over the course of our relationship. It came from knowing he loved me as much now as he had that day he came back to Lubbock and tried to make it all right.
We’d jumped that day.
And he’d been catching me every day since.
My dad handed me off to him, and West couldn’t even help himself. He brought my hands to his mouth and kissed them.
“You’re real.”
“I’m real,” I whispered back.
“Marry me.”
I giggled. “Sort of in the process of that.”
The crowd chuckled behind us. We stepped up to the dais before a circular gold archway, covered in pink flowers and greenery. The vineyards were in full bloom behind us. The sun sinking toward the horizon and the world narrowing to just the two of us as we each said our I dos, confirming our union.
“I love you,” he whispered, thick with emotion.
“I love you, too.”
“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
Then, West swept me into his arms, dipping me dramatically. Our lips sealed together.
A promise for tomorrow.
A promise for forever.
A promise that we were eager to fulfill.
West pulled me back to my feet, joined our hands, and held them overhead.
“I present to you Weston and Nora Wright!”