Raging Love(20)

As if that were the only thing I had to worry about, I still had no idea where the wedding service was taking place. Everyone had been so secretive including Miranda, who I knew for a fact had been told by Ty.

My parents and grandparents had kept me company all night and it was awesome to see them all after so long. I wish I could have told all of them that I was pregnant, sadly I wasn’t, but today was about me marrying Colt, not about our failed attempts at conceiving. We had all our lives to be able to announce things like that.

Miranda had spent the last two hours doing my hair and makeup. If I wasn’t in my own body, I wouldn’t have recognized myself. I’d never looked so beautiful and it was hard not to cry.

Miranda came into the room with Bella by her side. “It’s time.”

I took some deep breaths and grabbed as much of my dress as my hands could handle. Miranda looked so beautiful in her dress. I had changed my mind at the last minute and picked light blue dresses. Brina kept bitching at me that it was the only color that looked good with her pale skin, not that it was her decision, but I wanted them to both be happy. Of course Miranda looked good in anything she put on, she could wear a sheet and make it look beautiful. Ty was a very lucky guy.

I didn’t say much on the way over to where they had Daisy waiting for me. Our wedding planner was all smiles as I made my way across the yard to the horse pastures on the golf cart. He held out a hand to help me off of the golf cart. “We need to get you up on that horse without messing up your dress. We put a white fabric over the saddle so that you wouldn’t get your dress dirty.”

“Thank you. Where am I supposed to be riding to?” Before he could answer I saw a horse and buggy pulling up in front of Daisy and I. Miranda smiled and winked as she and Bella climbed in behind Brina.

“Just follow them. I will meet you there.” He assured me.

It took a good five minutes to get me on that horse. Between the high heels and the dress, it was hard as hell. Once on it, I had to sit sideways, and I feared falling off and landing in a pile of dirt. As Daisy and I followed the buggy, I could hear Bella calling out for me. I was afraid to let go to wave to her, on account of losing my balance.

Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw once we got closer to Miranda’s mother’s house. An old barn that had once looked like it was falling down, was painted red and looked even more perfect than the one that had burned down. Green grass surrounded the building and flowers had been planted everywhere. The photographer was steady taking our pictures as we got closer. I held my hand over my mouth and tried so hard to hold back the tears. For three days Colt had been working on my secret. I had no idea that he was giving me my barn wedding that I had always dreamed of. Miranda and Bella climbed out of the buggy and came to stand near Daisy. My father started walking toward me and held his arms out for me to fall into them. I could hear the camera clicking as I released my hold on the horse. Of course, my father caught me and sat me down with ease. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you Daddy.”

“Shall we?” He held out his arm for me to take.

Colt and I had sat Brina down and asked if she and Conner could walk first so that Miranda and Ty could be together and Miranda could walk with Bella down the aisle. Brina didn’t seem to care as long as she walked with Conner. Apparently they had hooked up a few times, after she had made friends with Courtney, his newest ex. It was weird, but it was Brina and she wasn’t exactly hard to get.

When Brina disappeared in the barn, I started shaking. My father tried to steady me, but I was trembling. Miranda and Bella waved before heading into the barn. I could see her trying to get Bella to throw the flowers as they were going.

Right before walking in I heard Bella yelling ‘Daddy’, followed by the crowd of people inside going ‘awww’. Of course Ty got attention at my wedding. He must have been laughing his head off.

“You ready for this?” My father asked.

“Definitely.”

The photographer opened both of the barn doors before my dad and I came into view. I wanted to close my eyes to avoid seeing Colt. Feeling like I was going to pass out, I kept my head down and my veil over my eyes. With each step I counted and took deep breaths, trying to focus on not falling. I avoided making eye contact with anyone and squeezed my hold on my father tighter. The decorations were beautiful and everything looked more perfect than I could have ever pictured.

We were getting toward the end of the aisle and I could feel everyone’s eyes on me, but only one set of eyes were making me weak in the knees. Reluctantly, I looked up at Colt. His half smile and beautiful eyes were fixed on me. I couldn’t take my eyes off of how beautifully perfect the man was. It wasn’t the tux, or the way he had styled his hair. He was just breathtaking.