Nah. We probably won’t do that last one. That just feels wrong.
I laugh quietly to myself, because the fact that I’ve got this going through my head is a little silly. I mean, Greyston hasn’t even proposed, and here I am, at someone else’s wedding, wondering about my own, even though it’s years away from happening. Is that normal?
As I’m looking around the room some more, trying to catch another glimpse of Greyston in his sexy tux, I spot Xander entering with a certain five-foot-tall, dark-haired co-ed on his arm. I wave at them from my aisle seat, and they make their way over, sitting in the two empty seats next to Daniel.
“Hey,” I greet happily. “How’ve you guys been?”
Now that school is out, Daphne and I haven’t seen too much of each other in the last two weeks. We talk and text all the time, but I’d been so busy trying to fit in as much quality time with my parents, Greyston’s parents, and—of course—Greyston, that we’d been unable to coordinate a proper girls’ day.
Not to mention, Daphne had been spending a lot of her spare time with Xander. A lot.
“Everything’s good,” Daphne replies in a chipper voice.
We sit and visit for a few more minutes before the music changes, and a hush falls over the crowd. One look behind me tells me we’re getting started as Toby starts to make his way down the aisle. Once he’s in place, the white-curtained French doors behind the seated crowd opens, and each groomsman steps out with a stunning bridesmaid, dressed in a flowing lavender gown, on their arm.
The blonde on Greyston’s arm momentarily brings out my inner green-eyed monster, but when I notice his eyes are locked on me, and he smiles my smile, I relax and wink at him. He chuckles lightly as he passes, and Josephine reaches across and pats my shoulder.
When the bridal party has reached their destination at the altar, Toby’s adorable five-year-old twin cousins emerge. The little girl is dressed in an adorable knee-length white dress, a blue satin bow tied around her ribs, and the little boy is dressed in a smaller version of the guys’ tuxes. They’re so cute, and it makes me wonder about our wedding again—there must be something in the air. Will we wait that long to get married?
The music shifts into the traditional wedding march, and all of the guests stand up, turning toward the French doors where Callie enters, her parents on either side of her as they make their way down the aisle.
The ceremony is beautiful, and I find myself unexpectedly emotional when they exchange their vows. I never cry at weddings, and here I am, trying not to snot-sob all over my new dress. Apparently falling in love has turned me into a bit of a sap—not that I’m complaining.
After the ceremony, Callie and Toby have a photo session lined up while the staff and her wedding planner transform the room into a banquet hall for dinner. I hang out with Daphne, Xander, and Greyston’s parents and watch as the wedding party is photographed. The minute he announces that the groomsmen and bridesmaids are free to go, Greyston finds his way to me, pulling me into his arms and kissing me softly.
“Hello, handsome,” I greet, pretending to straighten his already-perfect blue tie.
He smiles. “Hello, yourself, gorgeous.” His hands grip my hips, his thumbs running over the smooth fabric of my dress, and he lowers his head, his lips brushing my ear. “I still can’t get over how amazing you look in this dress. It’s taking everything I have in me not to drag you back to the car and do ungodly things to your body.”
A shiver rocks through my body and goosebumps race across my skin despite the dry, summer heat. “That sounds kind of hot,” I whisper, trying to keep from laughing. “Especially with the weather the way it is. I can’t imagine it would be too comfortable. It’s going to be like an oven in there.”
Laughing, Greyston kisses my neck once more and stands up straight, looking me in the eye. “All right, well if you have any better ideas…”
I smile coyly. “There’s a pretty cozy-looking back room inside.” The look on his face tells me he’s seriously considering this, and while I would have absolutely no objections, given how unbelievable he looks in his tux, I shake my head. “Easy, stud. If we escape now, we’re bound to get caught, and I doubt Callie would be too forgiving.”
“You’re right,” he acquiesces. “Well, will you at least join me for a walk? We’ve got a bit of time to kill before the reception.”
“I would love that.”
For the next hour and a bit, Greyston and I walk hand-in-hand around the hall. There’s a little park nearby where a few of the kids from the wedding are playing, and Greyston and I stop there. I flop down onto an available swing, and Greyston proceeds to push me. I’m pretty sure he’s purposefully grabbing my ass every time he goes to push, but when I call him on it, he feigns innocence.