I giggled.
"Now it's Parker and Sophia. They're right on his tail, in case he runs off. Oops, he made a dash … No, he's okay now. I think he was just faking them out."
We shared a grin. Elliot was too adorable.
"Next up are Lana and Akira. He looks mean as ever, and she is the picture of elegance. Seeing them side by side, they just make sense, but you'd have to see it to believe it, since they're so dissimilar."
I had to agree with that observation.
"Now it's Murphy and Judith. They actually look like they're trying to behave themselves. I was expecting a little dance down the aisle, YouTube style."
"Murphy asked me if he could dance, and I said I didn't mind, as long as no one expected me to," I said.
"Oh, well, there he goes. They're doing that shuffle dance. It definitely looks like they practiced." We shared a laugh.
"And now Javier and Marnie," Stephan continued. "He looks sexy as hell, and he just winked at me as he passed the door. Now it's Jessa and Damien. They have huge smiles on their faces."
He paused watching, his smile fading just a touch. "Next up are Tristan and Danika. It hurts my heart to see those two around each other."
I knew just what he meant. There was still such a feeling of unresolved issues when the two of them got together. Danika hadn't been thrilled with the pairing, but she'd been a good sport about it. Always, though, she treated Tristan with cool civility.
"Sven Jr. and Adele are up. They look very model-y."
"Is that a real word?" I asked playfully.
"Sure. Last up are Jackie and Camden," he continued. "He just gave her a roguish smile, and she took his arm without sparing him a glance. They make a strange pairing."
I had to agree. Lana's brother, Camden, was the opposite of Jackie in just about every way I could think of. He was tall and muscular, with wavy golden hair like his sister, and those same startling violet eyes. He dwarfed the tiny figure of Jackie, and was as playful as she was serious.
Stephan stepped back from the open doorway when the last couple had departed, moving quickly to adjust my skirt, smoothing out my short lace train.
The dress had turned out exquisitely. It was pale cream, with intricate gold-threaded lace, and lush detailing along every inch. It was sleeveless, with a high-collared neckline of sheerest lace, so sheer that my locked-on choker was clearly visible underneath. Jackie'd had the enterprising idea of cutting a hole out for the hoop in the collar, and it had worked perfectly. My choker looked like part of the dress. Underneath I wore a plain white, strapless sheath that came to just above my knees. The lace gown overlaying that was longer, the hem touching the floor, the train trailing lightly behind me. I'd had to be talked into a train, and we'd finally compromised on one that no one would have to carry for me.
He handed me my large bouquet. It was a lovely mix of violet lilies, purple roses, and tidy little white calla lilies. The same flowers had been interwoven into a wreath on my head, showcasing my long hair, which had been painstakingly curled into ringlets that hung down my back.
He touched my cheek lightly, a world of joy in his twinkling blue eyes, before offering me his arm. We began our slow-paced walk down the flower-lined aisle, the sun at our backs, our movements synched from years of perfect accord.
James was a jealous man, the most possessive man I'd ever met. I doubted that there was a thing about me that he didn't consider his. But he had never made me choose, never made me question or compromise one thing about my relationship with Stephan. He had only accepted, as much as that acceptance must have gone against all of his natural inclinations. I thought that was perhaps the surest sign of his love for me-that he would so obviously put my needs before his own. His love was such a beautiful thing, always so perfectly suited to my own needs, and so unselfish in its way.
He'd made me a believer. We'd been together for nearly a year now, and I was well and truly convinced that we really were made for each other. Life wasn't perfect, but it was pretty close.
I had thought that looking at Stephan would make me lose it today, but as we drew closer, I realized that the look in Mr. Beautiful's eyes would be my real undoing. He didn't bother to hide from our guests those tender eyes that he had just for me. No one there could doubt that he was crazy about me. I didn't know how I'd ever doubted it myself. Though I had seen the world with different eyes back then. How could I have known that I was being swept into my very own fairytale? I'd never believed in such things.