Chapter 32

POV: “Adelaide*

“Yes, I understand. Mmhm. Okay, Bye.”

I sighed as I hung up my phone, throwing it onto the coffee table. I threw myself onto the couch, my head hitting the firm legs of the man beside me.

“Bad news?” Damon asked, with a smile as he reached out to run his fingers gently through my hair attempting to soothe

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“The florist canceled,” I said, leaning into his touch. I curled into his lap, shutting my eyes as I sighed. “Apparently, Corinna’s booked every florist in the city for her wedding day.”

“Of course, Damon rolled his eyes, sighing heavily.

“Our wedding is going to be a disaster,” I groaned, covering my face with my hands.

“No, it won’t,” Damon argued.

“Oh, really?” I snapped, sitting up as I leaned my weight on my palms. “We don’t have a florist, we don’t have a caterer, we don’t have a decorator and almost fifty guests have canceled including both of our fathers. Safe to say, it’s already ruined”

“So?” Damon chuckled, wrapping his hand around my head as he quickly stole a kiss from me. “All I need is you. Who cares about anyone else? You’re all I’m going to see anyway.”

“Corny,” I deadpanned, despite the blush blooming across my cheeks. Despite the bad news, he had me smiling. He was way too good at this.

“But it’s true.”

He grinned.

I sighed, leaning my head on his shoulder. “We’re supposed to get married in two days, and nothing is going right.”

“Addie.” Damon started, tilting my chin up so our eyes met, “I only wanted a ceremony to stop the press from gossiping. I don’t care if I marry you in the middle of a hurricane or at the courthouse. As long as I can call you my wife. I’m happy.”

I smiled, leaning forward so our foreheads were touching, and I could see my reflection in his e eyes.

“Same for me,” I admitted. “I don’t care about any of these theatrics. I just want to be married to you already.”

“We should’ve just gotten married at the courthouse,” Damon commented. “That would’ve been easier.”

Both of our eyes lit up at the same time, a lightbulb clicking on in both of our minds as we turned to one another with wide

eyes.

you

leaning forward to kiss my nose.

a grin splitting across my

the empty house, scrambling to our

upstairs like someone had fallen on the floor and then the pounding of

Peter appeared at the living room entrance, breathing heavily with beads of sweat rolling down his face.

“What is it?”

eyes as held himself defensively

you to drive us,” I said, kindly as I pushed past him

Peter asked, bewilderedly. He dropped his hands out of their defensive posture once he

threat.

heard Damon

Peter

“We’re cloping!”

Peter muttered

married in a chapel by an

as we waited in the lobby of the chapel. “But you’re making me be the

Damon said,

like I was floating on clouds. Excitement and anxiety twirled around in my stomach.

and Ms. Hildebrand?” the receptionist called out.

courage, getting to my wobbly feet. I giggled as I fell forward and Damon caught me, wrapping his hands

drawled, smirking down at me.

to him, then leaned forward to pull

the liquor we’d been drinking since we’d arrived, but I’d

schoolgirl with her first crush. I took his hand and the two of us headed into

evening, ladies and gentlemen,” the Elvis Impersonator greeted us as soon as we stepped foot inside the building. He had a

as we followed him up to the podium. My mother’s dress was as comfortable as I thought it would be, not too tight and easy to breathe and walk in. My veil trailed behind us as Damon led me up the

shot finger guns at us and I tried my best not to laugh. A quick glance at Damon said he

he stepped behind it,

clutched Damon’s hand, sending him a massive grin.

was all surreal as Elvis played us one of his famous songs on

are here to celebrate these two people in the sacred ceremony of matrimony,” Elvis bellowed

one another deeply. Peter shifted

didn’t care.

lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health,

was his

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