“I love you,” I told him wholeheartedly, throwing my arms around his shoulders. He chuckled and circled his arms around my waist, lifting me into the air. I giggled and he set me down. Hand in hand, we walked out of my dressing room and down the aisle together. It may not have been traditional, but neither of us would’ve had it any other way.
The reception was the best part of our wedding. Brayden acted like a fool on the dance floor while I watched and laughed, until he forced me to join him in his craziness. I didn’t mind one bit. The photo hanging by the door is of when we were about to cut the cake. Brayden, having absolutely no respect for my beautiful wedding dress, released his hold on the knife to grab a huge handful of perfect cake. I didn’t even get a chance to react before he was throwing it in my face and yelling “Food fight!” If I didn’t love him so much, I’d have killed him. Instead, I laughed and grabbed my own handful to rub in his face.
The picture is of us, both covered in chocolate cake and frosting, with the people surrounding us throwing food everywhere. We’re both laughing with our arms around the other’s waist as we look into each other’s eyes. I’ve never felt so beautiful as when I look at that picture, and Brayden has truly never been more handsome—and that’s a difficult feat.
I’m jostled back to reality. “Everything okay?” Evie asks behind me, noticing that I’ve stopped to look at the picture. I smile and look around at my family. “Yeah. Everything is perfect.”
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