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 thinking what

kiss my nose. “We need to go right

a grin splitting

we both shouted into the empty house, scrambling to our feet

someone had fallen on the floor and then the pounding of feet rushing above us

Peter appeared at the living room entrance, breathing heavily

“What is it?”

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

I said, kindly as I

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

threat.

heard Damon answer behind

Peter exclaimed.

“We’re cloping!”

happening.” Peter muttered with a desolate

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

at me and Damon as we waited in the lobby of the chapel. “But you’re making me be the witness! I don’t want any part

bad.” Damon

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

and Ms. Hildebrand?”

to my wobbly feet. I giggled as I fell forward

to get married?” Damon drawled,

leaned forward to

drinking since we’d arrived, but

I grinned-feeling like a schoolgirl with her first crush. I took his hand

soon as 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

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

at us and I tried my best not to laugh. A quick glance at Damon said he was doing

Bible was sitting on the podium as he stepped behind it, Peter standing just behind

clutched Damon’s hand, sending

Elvis played us one of his famous songs on the ukulele and

to celebrate these two people in the sacred ceremony

deeply. Peter shifted

didn’t care.

“take this beautiful woman to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good

was his

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