Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
It was a happy-for-now ending for the Arthurs, and as for the Launcelots...
Perfect timing.
I straighten my tie and glance around the back garden of my ranch, transformed into something that looks like it stepped out of a fairy tale. White chairs arranged in neat rows, an archway draped with flowers and flowing fabric, and more guests than I’ve ever seen on my property, all here to witness something I never thought would happen.
A wedding that I wanted with all my mind, heart, and soul.
The crowd stirs, and I turn toward the main house just as she appears.
My love.
Wednesday glides across the garden in a gown that’s pure sunshine, layers of flowing fabric in every shade of spring, from soft yellows to coral pinks to the palest lavender. Flowers are woven through her long black hair, and she looks like something out of a dream. A fairy princess who somehow wandered into my harsh, practical world and decided to stay.
Who knows?
Maybe in Heaven, that’s exactly what she’ll be.
But for now...
She reaches my side, her violet eyes shining even more brightly than usual, and it’s just like Wednesday to look at me like I’m her fairytale prince. As if I haven’t spent months being the villain in our story. As if the man standing before her deserves even an ounce of the love I see reflected in her gaze.
I know we’re supposed to wait.
The pastor hasn’t even started yet, and there’s a whole ceremony planned.
But seeing her like this, radiant and perfect and mine...
The crowd erupts in laughter as I draw her close and capture her mouth in a kiss so deep she ends up bending backward in my arms, her bouquet of wildflowers falling to the grass.
“Ahem.”
Pastor Lee clears his throat, and I reluctantly let my wife go. Her cheeks are pink, and she’s stammering out apologies to our guests, which only makes them laugh harder.
I take her small hand in mine, threading our fingers together. “I love you,” I whisper.
And just like Wednesday...
Her shy smile blooms across her face as soon as she hears the words that have become our anchor. “I love you, too.”
Pastor Lee beams at us both, raising his voice to address the crowd.
“We are gathered here today...”
This time, when he asks if I take Wednesday to be my wife, I don’t hesitate. I don’t look away. I stare straight into those stunning violet eyes and say the words like a vow.
“I do.”
And when it’s her turn, she whispers those same two words with tears of joy streaming down her cheeks.
Thank You, God.
I thought I married the wrong sister.
But I was wrong.
His ways, His thoughts, like always, were higher than mine.
And I can never thank Him enough.
The End