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“Nia has her in hand, buddy In less than thirty minutes, Sloan will be your wife, for better or for worse”

In the front row, reen dress and a reat to see her I missed her more than I realized We haven’t hadthe reception…when she’ll finally meet my bride

Two chairs down, Maxon Reed sits in a navy suit, holding his infant daughter, who’s still wearing her paja her eyes His wife and the dynamo behind this suddenly successful bed-and-breakfast, Keeley, has aWhat, I have no idea I didn’t pick the music I’m not sure who did But once Nia told Keeley and her sisters-in-law that I intended to have a wedding today, they planned everything and made it all happen

Harlow, Maxon’s younger sister, had a wedding dress for nuptials she apparently ran out on that fit Sloan al up as Sloan’sher nerves calanized the food and baked the cake, with a lot of help from her mother One of Harlow’s friends, Masey, is a fa, so she did Sloan’s hair and face Masey’s fiancé, Harlow’s brother-in-law, seems to know everyone on the island and found a last-ether a bouquet and sooing to cost me I don’t care, either Keeley seems to have an officiant on standby, and Harlow’s husband, former pro quarterback and future hall-of-farapher

Now all I’ on is my bride

“This thing should have started by now,” I

Discreetly, he checks his watch “She’s only two minutes late Patience”

Disquiet gnaws at h, I don’t knohat the fuck I’ll do Yeah, Evan will insist we buy Reservoir for pennies or bury theether, and I won’t have a valid reason to stop him…except that, even if my bride doesn’t march down the aisle, I don’t think I can walk away from her

It’s official I’m in love

Damn it

I’ve had zero ti white house, bouquet in hand, wearing a short, lacy dress in a blush color with a big satin bow I recognize fro a bouquet of white and pink flowers as she pastes on a smile and nods at Keeley across the yard

Music begins then, and Keeley lights up as she waves to her baby daughter and lifts thevoice Nia makes her way across the white runner to stand on the far side of theall the while at Evan

The song goes on, and the officiant approaches, Bible in hand that seeiven his braided salt-and-pepper beard and his loud Hawaiian shirt He leans toward me and whispers in low tones, “I’m Lono”

“Sebastian” We shake hands

“The wedding license has been taken care of Once you sign after the ceremony, you and Sloan will be official”