“By the amazing strength of your pure and unconditional love, and the power vested in me by the beautiful state of Washington, I now pronounce you…”
EARLIER THAT DAY
“I know I’m supposed to be in friend-mode today, but I can’t tell you enough how much you and your work means to the gallery. Your exclusives are simply magnifique, and subscription sales have doubled yet again since your meet and greet.” Victoria seemed a little too energetic for the sun to have barely risen above the horizon. Max didn’t sleep-in very often, but she really wished she could at the moment since she was out later than she intended the previous night.
If Victoria hadn’t brought coffee along with her, Max didn’t know how she would deal with the girl. “This also ties into your wedding. I want you to know how special you are. Sure, Chloe and your parents will probably tell you that all day today, but coming from me it has to mean more, in a way. You know, they have to say those things, I don’t. Chloe is the lucky one, by the way, and I am lucky to be able to call you my friend; I mean that, Max. Thank you for inviting me and allowing me to be a part of this. Also, did you know you’re sorta glowing this morning?”
“Victoria, you are going to have to relax a bit. I just woke up and you’re a little much right now, no offense. I’m also glad we’re friends, but please, take it down a notch or two.” It wasn’t the shorter girl’s intention to be mean or disrespectful, but she had to say something to calm her friend’s chatter. She stood up from the side of her bed and stretched her arms and legs, standing on her tiptoes and raising her hands towards the ceiling making sure she didn’t spill her coffee cup in the process. “Ouch,” she grimaced. “My boobs are sore. Sorry, I’m sure you didn’t want to hear that.”
“Wait,” the taller blonde demanded with her hands on her hips and her eyes narrowed. “Your boobs are sore and you’re glowing? Max, do you have something to tell me? You’re not..?” The girl had an accusing look on her face as if she just solved a puzzle.
“What can I say?” Max responded, interrupting her bridesmaid. “I probably just slept wrong, and I have no idea what you mean about me glowing. Today is my wedding day. If anything, I’m just super excited to walk down the aisle with my best friend.”
“God, you’re too cute. I hope one day I can find someone who loves me the way you love Chloe. But, yeah, that must be it. You’re just excited for your wedding.” The pregnant girl wasn’t sure her peppy friend was convinced seeing the way she squinted at her. At least if she didn’t confirm the pregnancy, Victoria wouldn’t actually know anything, even if she was suspicious. “Anyway, are you ready to see the backyard? It looks fabulous, Max. You didn’t sneak a peek last night, did you? You promised me and Vanessa you wouldn’t.”
“No, I didn’t look, and it’s very sweet of you to go through all this trouble to make this as special as possible for me. Honestly, I can’t wait to see the arrangements and accessories you and Mom picked.” Repositioning her grip on her coffee, after sliding the hot-cup sleeve back to a comfortable spot, she took a large gulp of her beverage. “Not that it really matters to me; I just can’t wait to see Chloe. I didn’t sleep very well without her last night.”
She began taking prenatal vitamins a few weeks ago and had hidden the bottle in her lower bathroom cabinet. It suddenly dawned on her that she shouldn’t consume too much caffeine with a baby in her belly. Placing the coffee on her dresser, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. It was probably unnoticed by everyone around her, but Max could see a tiny bump forming in her abdomen area.
“I cannot believe you let us pick so much,” the blonde girl disapprovingly commented. “I would be a bridezilla right about now if this were my wedding. But cobalt and turquoise are a perfect combination; great choice. Your eyes are going to totally pop. The retro/indie vibe matches your style so well. With the theme being like your personality, and the colors matching Chloe, we think we did a fabulous job. The one thing your fiancé made me promise was that we would make it look incredible for you, and we definitely did.”
“Damn, it sounds amazing, Victoria. Can I take a look now?”
“I thought you’d never ask. Come on.” The blonde grabbed her friend’s hand and lead her down the stairs and through the kitchen to the back door. She placed her palms over Max’s eyes and turned the knob. “Are you ready?”
Her mind immediately jumped to her soulmate as the words were ingrained in her head. “I’m the readiest,” she responded with a secret smile in her heart. The door was opened, and the hands blocking her view were slowly removed. The brunette’s jaw nearly fell from her head to the wooden deck floor, and the only word she could push through her lips was “Wowser.” They stepped through the doorway to fully take in the magnificent sight.
“Oh God, I was nervous you wouldn’t like it,” an older voice came from behind the girls in the kitchen area. Vanessa walked outside and put an arm around her daughter’s neck. “What do you think?”
“Mom, it’s amazeballs. You really outdid yourselves. Wait,” Max pointed to the elegant cream-colored chairs, “we’re not having a middle aisle, the seating is wrong. Chloe and I are not having separate sitting areas, we’re both walking down the side aisles at the same time.”
“Yeah, we know. There must’ve been a communication gap last night. We hadn’t gotten time to get them fixed yet with everything else going on, but we’ll take care of it now.” Vanessa bobbed her head motioning to Max’s friend to join her in making the change. “You should go back and stay upstairs now, Chloe could arrive at any moment. The plan is still for you stay up there and she’ll stay downstairs in our room. Don’t worry, we’ll take care of everything.”
“Go get in the shower and we can start on your hair and makeup,” Victoria exuberantly suggested, as she knew the ceremony would begin in a few more hours. Max nodded in agreement and went to her room, shutting the door behind her. Before getting in the shower, the brunette stood at the edge of the room looking out of her bedroom window with joyous thoughts bouncing around in her head. She smiled to herself thinking about the cobalt doilies, wicker placemats, retro tablecloths, and all the details that made the theme fit perfectly. It was going to be a great day, and she couldn’t wait to see her blue-haired bride. She was a little nervous, but her main concern was making sure her partner had the best day of her life.
She ended the call more relaxed than when she began the conversation. The officiant, Brody Holloway, was expected to perform the ceremony for the most important event in her life, and she had barely spoken with the man. He was still a couple of hours away from the Caulfield’s house and seemed distracted as he was driving. During the conversation, he asked very detailed questions about the ceremony. Chloe knew he was going to use the information gathered to finalize his script, and she answered the best she could. Despite being stressed and knowing Brody was piecing together what he was going to say, she was very happy with her answers. If he used the words she told him, Max would love it. Her main concern was making sure her partner had the best day of her life.
The phone call from Brody served as her wake-up call. She had fallen asleep with a notepad and pen in her hand with only a couple of sentences jotted down. When she reread her words after hanging up, she realized they made no sense whatsoever. The words ‘love’ and ‘forever’ appeared three or four times in a two-sentence span.
“Dammit, this is garbage,” she yelled as she crumpled up the page and threw it across the room. Beginning again, she wrote the word ‘Max’ then stared blankly at the page. She adored the girl and, in her mind, her name was more than enough. But she was expected to deliver deeply loving, heartfelt words in a moment when her favorite person would be staring back at her and hanging on every breath. The pressure was immense and she was starting to panic as her mind couldn’t find the correct combination of words.
A loud knock on the door sent a shocking jolt through her body. “Chloe, are you up?” David’s voice piercing through a closed door reminded her of younger times. This version of her stepdad was a softer, more tolerable one, but his tone could still get her blood boiling at times.
“I’m up, David,” the bluenette yelled back. “About to get in the shower.”
“Okay, hurry up. We got breakfast next door, and we need to leave in half an hour.” It still felt very early to the girl, but her nerves didn’t allow her time to feel tired. She had to shower, eat, travel to the Caulfield’s, do make up, get dressed, and find time to write her vows. Just getting there would be the easy part. Making sure everything was perfect for her special girl was going to be a bit trickier.
By now, she realized, Max would be up drinking coffee looking at the backyard setup. Unbeknownst to her fiancé, Chloe stayed in constant contact with Victoria and Vanessa. She made sure they texted her pictures as they laid out the accessories and staged the wedding area. It had to be perfect and the taller girl made sure every detail was exactly as she envisioned.
She took a quick shower then joined David and Karen in their hotel room next door, and she scarfed down her meal without saying much. The older two spoke words of encouragement but the only thing on Chloe’s mind were her vows. And for the life of her, she couldn’t figure out exactly what to say. “I wrote a beautiful fucking poem to Max in like a five-minute period a while back. Now, I can’t even write a damn sentence!”
“It’ll come to you,” her stepfather suggested. “Keep the notepad with you and just write a little at a time. You’ve got this, sweetheart.” She rolled her eyes and looked down at the single most important word in her life… ‘Max’.
“If I were you,” Karen spoke, “I wouldn’t write a single sentence. Let it come naturally when you’re up there. Take my advice, even if you fumble your words, the authentic feeling of a genuine profession of love will be received by your lover in the best way. It’ll feel less manufactured and much more real and passionate.”
“Please don’t call them ‘lovers’, Karen. I know they’re in love and all, but she’s still my stepdaughter and it’s weird to think about. Not because it’s Max, there’s no doubt those two belong together, it’s just the idea of your daughter being all grown up is so damn… strange.”
“Get over that shit, David. She’s getting married today. It signifies she’s no longer that girl you remember. She’s a full-grown woman, and that’s a beautiful thing. It’s so refreshing to see two people who fit perfectly proclaiming their love in front of everyone they care about.” The light-haired, middle-aged woman turned her attention towards Chloe, swallowed, then continued. “My marriage fell apart because we were never really compatible. We wanted different things from the beginning, but I thought something was wrong with me. So, I continued down the same unhappy path until we had two children. Don’t get me wrong, I loved my husband and my kids, but it wasn’t enough for me. I felt so empty and hollow. One day, I had to follow my heart and leave. I regret so much from back then, but I at least got a chance to see Sean and Daniel once more. One day, I hope to be a part of their lives, but they are currently dealing with consequences neither of them really deserved. Anyway, I’ve said enough. I see in you two something that is rare these days. You’re a special couple who are obviously right where you’re meant to be.”
“Thank you, Karen. Here’s an idea, maybe you should be the one to write my vows.” The trio laughed together and finished preparing for departure. They checked out and left the hotel then embarked on the half-hour trek to Max’s house. When they pulled into the driveway, Karen got out first and shut her door. David took the opportunity to tell his stepdaughter that he loved her and everything would be fine. Chloe got out of the vehicle, took a deep breath to herself, then walked to the front door and entered the living room.
“You smell nice,” Victoria told her friend as she was finishing her hair and makeup. “You’ll have to hook me up with your body wash and shampoo at some point. Also… guess what?”
“Hopefully you’re about to say we’re finished here,” Max teased, as she confidently smirked at her blonde friend.
“Bingo. Go check yourself out, you’re absolutely stunning. To be honest, I didn’t have to do much with the makeup, you’re a natural.” The girls made their way to the bathroom mirror and looked at the gorgeous bride staring back. “Damn, Max. If you and Chloe weren’t together, I might make a move. Don’t tell her I said that, it was a joke. But you’re so beautiful I think I’m going to be sick.” She made a gagging sound as she stuck her tongue out and pointed towards her tonsils. “And your dress is simple but fuck, it’s perfect.”
“Oh stop, Victoria.” Max was never very good with accepting compliments. She felt underserving of the attention most times. Though, with Chloe’s love and encouragement, and her success as a professional photographer, the shorter girl had become much more comfortable than in previous years. “You did a fantastic job. Thank you for doing this. I didn’t want our wedding to be too fancy or me come out looking like an over-glamoured bride who was trying too hard, but your work is amazing.” She turned and hugged her friend as they heard the sound of a vehicle pull in the driveway.
“She’s here!” Victoria bubbled with a slight tilt of her head and a beaming smile. “How do you feel?”
“I can’t wait to see her. I wanna run down the stairs and throw my arms around her sooo badly! We’ve been apart this long, just gotta resist and push through for another couple of hours.” Max could feel her partner’s energy flowing through the house. Even if they hadn’t heard the vehicle, she was sure she would know her soulmate was around.
They could hear David’s deep muffled voice through the floor, and it occurred to the bride that her fiancé wasn’t exactly known for keeping quiet. If she heard the girl’s voice, she wouldn’t be able to control herself. She would run downstairs and kiss her all over that pretty face.
“I’m going to say hello. I’ll send your mom back up to keep you company. Will you be okay for a few? I can see that look on your face; there’s not much holding you back from busting the door down, is there?” Victoria eyed Max as if telling her to stop thinking about breaking tradition. “We’ve all worked too damn hard keeping you apart for today. Be cool, Max.”
“No worries, Victoria. Just tell Chloe to keep her loud mouth shut.” She giggled to herself wondering what her partner would say if she heard her last comment. She bet it would be something hilarious. “Damn, I miss her,” she whispered to her reflection before grabbing her camera and taking a quick, goofy selfie. She left the bathroom and laid the camera and picture on her dresser.
Max opened her notebook and sat on the bed. The word ‘VOWS’ was written atop a bookmarked page. The younger bride hadn’t shown it outwardly but inside she was panicking. The only word she had written beneath the header was her favorite word in the world. It was the only one that really mattered to her, and even though it was simple, it spoke volumes. She was supposed to be the goopy one who could freely spill her heart and soul out on a whim, but for some reason she couldn’t find the correct way to write how she felt.
“Hey, can I come in?” Vanessa asked through the door but was already two steps inside the room before her daughter could answer. As she closed the door behind her, Max heard the most beautiful laugh she had ever heard. Her best friend seemed to be having a good time with the others downstairs, and she longed to be down there with her. “Oh, wow, sweetheart. You look radiant and gorgeous. I can’t believe it’s my little girl’s Big Day!”
The older woman stretched out her arms, cupping the girl’s hands, and helped her to a standing position. Max laid the notebook open on her bed as she stood and gave her mother a sideways hug. “What’s this? Are you still writing your vows?”
“I can’t seem to form the right words to fully express how I feel about her. There are too many thoughts in my head, and I love her so damn much. She probably has six beautiful, well-worded pages by now. Why is this so hard for me?” She sat back down on the corner of her bed and was joined by the other lady in the room.
“If you want my advice, you should just say what’s on your heart when you’re up there. I promise, the words will come to you when you see her smiling back at you. Trust me, in that moment, everything is right with the world. The people watching sort of disappear and blend into your surroundings. And think of it like this, if you mess up a word or two, you can have the excuse that you are so in love your mind went blank.” Max smiled at her mother’s advice, actually feeling relieved. The photographer picked up the notebook and circled the one word she had written. She went to her dresser, retrieved the instant camera, and took a photo of the page. The picture rolled out and she placed it on her desk beside two other items, and she laid her camera on her dresser.
Suddenly, Victoria kicked the door open holding several wine flutes, a bottle of champagne, and a gallon of orange juice. She rushed to the dresser in an attempt to not drop anything. She juggled the items and successfully placed them safely beside the camera and photos. “We have an hour and a half before the ceremony. That means we should celebrate. Max, you never had a bachelorette party, so this is the next best thing.” As she poured the liquids into the flutes, the bride-to-be realized she would have to carefully navigate a conversation between herself, her mother, and Victoria in order to not reveal her big news.
“None for me, thanks,” Max preemptively stated. “I wanna fully enjoy every second of the happiest day of my life without a blurred mind.”
“Oh, honey. One drink won’t hurt.” Vanessa took the first beverage and held it out, passing it towards her daughter. “We still have a little time for it to get out of your system before you walk down the aisle.”
Max held her palm out and shook her head, refusing the beverage. “This is very important to me. I really don’t want to drink anything. Thank you for getting it together, Victoria. You guys should enjoy yourselves, though. Don’t worry about me.”
The blonde squinted her eyes and craned her neck forward slightly, tilting her head with a disbelieving glance. “No problem, more for me then.” She clinked her flute with Vanessa’s and drank the first mimosa quickly. Retreating back to the dresser, she mixed a second drink. “That first one was for you, Max; this one is for me.”
“You should probably get dressed now, Victoria,” the older woman pointed out. “Maybe you two could take some pictures together.” She stood up and exited the room. Again, Max could hear her bride’s dampened voice down beneath them, but, this time, it was joined with a mixture of new voices she hadn’t heard before.
“Sounds like a party down there,” the brunette mentioned, as she noticed the look on Victoria’s face.
“Okay, I understand why you won’t tell your mom, but you can tell me. We’re friends, right? No, we’re more than that now. You’re like the only family I have left besides Jessica. I promise I won’t say anything. Wait…” The blonde swallowed hard between words with a terrified look forming on her face. “Does Chloe know? Oh, shit, Max. Did you… with a guy…?”
“Fuck no, Victoria! First of all, I would NEVER betray her like that. NEVER. Second… gross. I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but I’m not really into… anyone other than Chloe.”
“Hmm,” the taller girl pondered, “you still haven’t denied being pregnant. You’re too honest to flat out lie to me right now, aren’t you? Just know, your secret is safe with me.”
“Let’s not do this on my wedding day, please. I don’t need the added stress. Anyway, how did Chloe look when you went down there. Was she already in her dress?”
“She just changed in your parents’ bedroom. I think she’s staying in there now until it’s time. We’ll take you out the front door and her out the back. And, yeah, she’s breathtakingly gorgeous.” Victoria grinned and strutted to the bathroom to change into her turquoise bridesmaid dress. The brunette could tell her friend was enjoying every second of watching her squirm as she yearned to see her beautiful bluenette.
Max walked over and retrieved the three items from her desk, securely placing two of them in the hidden pocket inside her dress. “Rachel,” the girl softly spoke towards the second item, “wherever you are, thank you. The happiest day of our life wouldn’t be happening without your love and courage. We honor you today, too, as we share this incredible time. Rest easy, my friend.”
After a silent moment with the feather earring, Max heard a light knock outside her bedroom. She delicately tucked the third item in her pocket and opened the door. At about the same time, Victoria came out of the bathroom donning her turquoise dress. She held both of the brides’ rings out in the palm of her hand to show Max she had her main responsibility under control, then she placed them in her dress pocket. “Maxine,” her father spoke while walking in the room, “you look beautiful.”
“Glad you found the turquoise tie, Brode-man,” the blue-haired bride said as she finished her second mimosa. “When you said you live and sleep in your car, I was worried you wouldn’t even have a damn suit.”
“No way, dude. If I’ve learned one thing in life, it’s to always be prepared. Which, coincidentally, I think is the Boy Scouts of America motto.” The ceremony’s officiant adjusted his glasses then stroked his thick, dark beard, looking up towards the ceiling lost in thought. “What I’ve also learned is no matter how prepared you think you are, something you could never prepare for will always reveal its beady eyes.” The man had also drank multiple orange juice and champagne beverages. “Anyhow, I need to hit the little boy’s room before we get started. Also, I’ll have you know, I take this role very seriously. Just wanna look over my script a couple more times.”
“Sounds like a plan, man.” Chloe watched as Brody left the master bedroom suite and headed for the bathroom in the hallway. She looked out the side window and noticed people walking around the house towards the backyard. She knew the wedding ceremony was rapidly approaching, but suddenly it began to feel more real.
David walked back in and closed the door behind him. “Not long now. How are you feeling?”
“I know she’s right upstairs, but I miss her. Being apart this long is fucking torture, dude. I almost marched up there and screamed right in her face for making us go through with this not seeing each other shit. Of course, after I got my point across, I’d kiss her on the lips and never let her leave my sight again.”
The man chuckled to himself and moved in closer to his stepdaughter. “I want you to know how proud I am of you, Chloe. There was a time when I was a tight-ass and convinced myself you would never amount to anything. I was a dipshit who didn’t know his right from his left. Inside, I always knew you were smart and talented, and you could do anything you set your mind to.”
“Thanks, David. And you’re right, you were a dipshit, or as I affectionately referred to you as, a step-douche.” She pushed the man’s shoulder and shared a caring smile.
“Oh, before I forget. The front row has reserved signs up for the spaces you two wanted left empty with a single white rose attached to the tops. I think it’s cool as hell how you are honoring the ones we lost. I have no doubt in my mind your mom and dad are looking down at you just as proud as they could be. You’re special, Chloe, and so is Max. I have never seen two people more made for one another than you two. I know it’s mushy as shit, but you complete each other. I want you to know…”
David was cut off as the bedroom door abruptly swung open. Karen stood in the doorway like an action hero with her arms crossed. “It’s time.” The first processional song started, and Chloe’s stomach started churning.
“Fuck, I’m nervous, David.”
“It’ll be fine. You’re in love with that girl. She’s your… what was it I heard you call her when you visited Away? Oh, right. She’s your perfect person . Go out there and show the world how much you love her. Better yet, go out there and show her how much you love her in front of the world.” David held out his elbow and Chloe grabbed hold. “Shall we?”
“I have the live feed set up from the deck, like you asked, and it’s streaming on your website now,” her father proudly confirmed. “The DJ is prepped, the photographer is ready, all we need is a couple of lovely brides and we’ll have ourselves a wedding.” Max made sure to hire local acts so she could support up and coming artists with a nice gig to help pad their resumes. Even the caterer was a startup who she felt just needed a solid event or two to get their business off the ground.
Almost like it was planned, the first processional music played through the speakers and flowed into the house up to Max’s room. A unique mixture of joy, excitement, and nervousness flowed through the girl’s body. She knew she was about to see the one person that she knew could move the clouds away from a stormy day and let the sun shine through.
It was time to get married, so she happily held her father’s outstretched and angled arm, and began her approach towards the backyard area. They stopped at the corner of the house, joining Max’s mom. Ryan released his daughter’s grasp and lead his wife to her seat.
Out of the blue, a mischievously playful thought crossed the bride’s mind. They had promised never to use their powers unless agreed upon by both girls and only under special circumstances. She couldn’t think of any time that would be more special than right then, but her promise weighed heavy on her heart. Like a mental and subconscious telegraph, she understood she had Chloe’s blessing. They had communicated without words before, but it usually included head nods or eye movements; this was something new.
Only for a brief second, Max unplugged the rewind pulse and allowed a tiny trickle to flow outward. It was such a minuscule amount, she barely even noticed anything happen. A couple of seconds later, she felt a small fast forward pulse hit and tickle her neck, causing her eyes to water a bit from the joyous contact the girls had just made.
Standing at the corner of the house and mostly out of view, the older bride watched as Ryan sat Vanessa in her special seat. As planned, David released Chloe’s arm and walked to two of the seats with the single roses attached. He leaned over and kissed the first rose where his ex-wife would have been seated, and he said something she couldn’t quite hear from the distance. Surprisingly, the man leaned over and kissed the second rose where her father would have been seated. A tear rolled down her cheek as she slid her hand inside the hidden dress pocket and lightly brushed the former pirate bandana half she had tucked away.
A strange thought then crossed her mind as her stepfather was heading back to retrieve her for her walk down the aisle. Somehow, she could feel Max’s desire, and she knew her playful first mate was asking permission to secretly board her vessel. A smile formed on her face followed by a brief tickle of energy she knew to be from a barely discernible rewind. She quickly reciprocated the sensation by sending a pulse of her own knowing her partner would feel it too.
Once David reached her side, Chloe was more than ready to marry her best friend. She watched as Victoria and Brody strolled down the left aisle together. The blonde stood in front of her special seat in the front row, while the officiant stood in front of the arched arbor. They waited a couple of minutes for the DJ to play the music Max picked out for their joint processional song.
When Ryan returned to the corner of the house, Brody and Victoria passed them and walked to their spots. Max could see the backs of several heads, but she was unable to see her partner from her location. They stood there and waited a couple of minutes for the song she had picked to be playing when she saw her bride for the first time. The first notes hit, and Ryan kissed his daughter on the cheek. “I love you, Maxine.”
Max and her father stepped out from behind the corner of the house and began their walk. Like a child on Christmas morning, warm and giddy from anticipation, the brunette searched for the girl she longed to see. The crowd stood to their feet to honor and welcome the brides as they entered the ceremony vicinity. By standing to their feet, Max’s view was hindered for a few extra steps.
Finally, around the last turn as they made their approach, two pairs of luminescent, sapphire eyes connected with an unearthly tidal pull. Max’s breath hitched at the sight of her beautiful soulmate and she knew this was her gift from the universe. After all they had been through, after all they had suffered, this was the moment they worked so hard to find. It was pure and it was raw, and it was right in front of them.
Eyes never unlocking, they drew closer and closer with every step they took. Even when they were merely a few meters apart, it felt like an entire ocean was between them. They halted their walks in front of the officiant as he began reading from the script he had created and placed in an elegant maroon binder.
“Who supports Max in her wedding to Chloe today?” Brody asked as the last notes of the song faded to silence.
Ryan responded, “Her mother and I.”
“Who supports Chloe in her wedding to Max today?”
“Her mother, her father, and I,” David replied.
The men handed the girls off to one another and sat in their designated front row spots. Max and Chloe were finally back together. They held hands out in front of each other facing one another. Chloe’s slightly larger hands were on the bottom allowing Max’s smaller hands to rest on top. Time seemed to stop as they stood there lost in each other’s eyes, hearts, and souls. Nothing existed but a pair of perfectly matched best friends turned lovers who were connected at levels no human could ever truly see, yet, everyone around could feel how much they belonged together.
“It’s our wedding, dude. Can you believe it?”
“It’s so surreal. You look… amazing.”
“You’re fucking beautiful, Max.”
“We’re missing just one thing, babe.” The brown-haired bride released one hand and reached in her pocket, fishing out the turquoise feather earring. She slid it through her partner’s left ear and smiled. “Now, let’s get married.”