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.

“Are you thinking what I’m

forward to kiss my nose. “We

fervently, a grin splitting

house, scrambling to our feet in excitement.

floor and then the pounding of feet rushing above us and down the stairs.

heavily with beads of sweat

“What is it?”

gazed around, alarm in his eyes as held himself defensively as if he

I said, kindly

of their

threat.

wedding chapel.” I heard Damon

what?” Peter

“We’re cloping!”

happening.” Peter muttered with a desolate look on his

Peter. It’s not like you’re getting married in a chapel by an

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

Damon said, coldly

anxiety twirled around in my stomach. I couldn’t believe we

Steyn 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 around my waist trying to

to get married?” Damon drawled,

him, then leaned forward to pull his lips into

liquor we’d been drinking since we’d arrived, but I’d never thought a rum and Coke could taste so

me when we parted and I grinned-feeling like a schoolgirl with her first crush. I took his hand and the two of us

we stepped foot inside the building. He had a ukulele with him and was dressed in the classic Elvis gear. “I hear y’all would like to tie the knot

as I thought it would be, not

I tried my best not to laugh. A quick glance at Damon said he

on the podium as he stepped behind it,

clutched Damon’s hand, sending

Elvis played us one of his famous songs on the

celebrate these two people in the sacred ceremony of matrimony,” Elvis bellowed before the empty

Peter shifted on his feet anxiously

didn’t care.

Damon with a grin, “take this beautiful woman to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and bad, for richer or poorer, for as

was his

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