Yours Truly(124)

Onboard the yacht, the party is getting started. The DJ announces the wedding party, and then for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Noah and Isabel Black. I like the way that sounds.

We enter the room to the sound of applause. I look at everyone who has come to celebrate with us. We take our time and walk around to the various tables. My mother hugs Noah as my father congratulates us. Lucas and Jake grin mischievously from across the table. I wonder if it was a good idea for the two of them to meet.

Jack and his fiancée Emma congratulate us. Logan, Robbie, and Evan all shake Noah's hand and make him laugh. Jack asks if he can get a Naughty Shirley Temple later.

When he sees I haven't noticed it yet, Noah points me toward the center of the room where the food is. I gasp. The centerpiece is a giant sandcastle. It is an almost perfect replica of the one we built so long ago. It's beautiful. I step closer and realize that there is more to it than just the towers and seashells, though. The moat is shallow and filled with some sort of glass to make it look like water. Swimming through the glass are sharks made of sand. Lemon sharks.

I laugh in delight, and Noah's face splits into a wide grin.

“You like it? I used pictures I took of our castle and then had the sharks made special for you,” he says. I didn't know he also had pictures, and that warms my heart. He runs his hand through his hair, tousling his dark locks. I like his hair better this way. It suits him.

“I love it. Sharks and sandcastles.” I kiss him on the cheek. “It's perfect.”

“You're perfect,” he says, putting his hand on my cheek.

“We're perfect,” I correct him. He nods and brings his lips to mine. We kiss in front of our sandcastle, and I see the flash from the photographer's camera. I'm glad this picture will be mine forever. We are in love, and now we have a picture to hang in our home of sandcastle kisses.





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