CHAPTER639
I am not against assaulting my sister on my wedding day.
“What about me?” My dad butts in, appearing at the side of Arrick and that guilt courses through me as I blink up at my future husband with a look of panic. Scared he will try and let my dad take me from him. I know Arry will understand the importance of my dad handing me over.
“She has two hands” Arrick throws me a wink and I hand off my bouquet to him, so my dad can get beside me too, even though this is going to look crazy when we get out there. Arrick takes them and lets them hang beside his suit carefully.
“Sounds good to me.” My dad shrugs and takes my free arm and lines us up ready to face the music.
See, I knew Arry would have an answer.
“Wait… Wait.” I start struggling to get free and turn on Leila who is trying to get out from behind us to go have the music started. Panicking as a last bout of nerves and fear overtake me with a dumb realization.
“What?” She says sassily. I can feel all eyes on me from everyone in here, waiting patiently to get moving.
“I never gave you our song choice for the wedding march. I don’t want to get married to that shitty traditional song. It’s morbid.” I don’t want that boring tune to be all I remember when walking my last path of Huntsberger.
Yeah maybe I should have thought of this detail before.
“Relax. It’s done.” Leila eyerolls and wanders to the door to get ready to open them. Not even phased and acting like I’m a massive drama queen.
Takes one to know one. That saying seems to be something I use on her a lot. Maybe I should remember that next time I think Arry is being difficult when the reality is it’s probably me.
Christian pushes my butt in a bid to move me and I hear Jenny giggle at him. I scowl back but am met with the pouty look of a best friend who is dying for a party.
“I chose a song for us.” Arrick smiles, cutting in and I blanche at him. He never mentioned it at all, but I have spent the last eleven days buried in my sewing room and fifty layers of tulle every night until late. I sort of let him take over when it came to dealing with details, and Leila. We have been like ships passing in the night in getting everything ready for this.
“Not Ed Sheeran?” Please no! I beg him frantically, remembering he told me we had a song from her party that made him think of me. “Perfect” I think it was called. I don’t want to follow my sister’s theme of Ed love music and have to endure two Ed Sheeran first dances a year at anniversary parties.
“I got this, trust me.” Arrick winks and I relax back into his hold. I watch his face questioningly and check for hints that he may be telling fibs to get me moving. He looks way too confident in his music choices and I decide to trust him and let this go. A little tense, I let out another exhale and relax my grip, ready to roll. Another shove in the butt from Christian before he fluffs out my veil and we start moving.
We can do this. What was I worrying about?
Of course, he’s got this. It’s Arrick. There is never any doubt in his abilities to take control.
Walking down the aisle to a song called ‘Take my hand’ almost makes me break. The words are so beautiful and so heart tugging I almost burst into happy tears mid walk. He was right, he does have it under control and I literally cannot walk straight from the way his song choice makes me a complete emotional wreck. I do make it though, and he holds onto me for every single step like he said he would. Keeping his eyes on mine as we walk and distracting me from the hordes of people focused on us.
It’s not a conventional walk down the red carpet. Sandwiched between two men in tuxedos like a drunk woman needing walking assistance, but I guess nothing about me ever has been, and when my dad kisses me on the head and leaves me holding onto Arrick, right where I belong.
The lyrics wash over me, every word so perfect. He chose the right song and if music had the power to make you fall in love with someone all over again then he’s won himself a second wave of my endless devotion. The hopeless romantic in him still exists and we stand looking at one another as the song plays out.
Words I could imagine him saying to me, imagine him singing with his guitar and it only makes it mean so much more. I have to dab my eyes with a tissue he hands me as tears threaten to ruin my makeup. I am so damn overcome with exploding emotions.
Arrick moves my hand to both of his between us as I take my flowers from him finally, and we stand locked in a gaze that feels like home. He is my grounding force, calm in the storm, light in the tunnel. He keeps me safe and secure. He makes me brave.
Why was I even scared?
No one else in this room registers at all now I am standing facing him and all that matters, all that I see, is those perfect soft brown eyes and that smile with those cute dimples."
