Race for the Throne | Formula One

Epilogue Part I: The Wedding

I paced nervously, shaking my hands out. A knock at the door interrupted my panic.

"If you're not Carlos, Pierre, or Arthur, leave! Better yet leave the venue! Actually just leave Monaco while you're at it!" I threw the door open.

"What about if we're all three of us?" Pierre asked.

"You should be more careful, throwing doors open like that in your wedding dress for just anyone to see." Carlos closed the door behind the three of them.

"Why did you call an emergency meeting..." Arthur checked his watch. "Fifteen minutes before you're supposed to walk down the aisle?"

I rubbed my shoulder, it had healed but it was still a nervous habit. "It's not cold feet because there is absolutely nothing more in this life that I want more than to marry Charles. But what if this is a mistake? I know that I made sure that Charles marrying me won't affect his racing career and Charles said that it wouldn't affect his mindset when he races, but what if it does?" I threw my hands up. "What if everything goes to shit? What if the strain ends up tearing us apart and we end up in an unhappy marriage where we both secretly hate each other and resent each other because we're trapped?"

Arthur started massaging my shoulders. "Slow down, slow down. Have you talked to Charles about any of this?"

"We talked about it extensively." My head lolled to the side. "A little to the left, that feels really good Thur, I think you missed your calling."

Pierre held up his hand. "So you're telling me that you've talked to Charles about this already. And he's completely fine with it obviously as seen by the fact that he's currently waiting for this wedding to start while you're here panicking?"

I shrugged off Arthur's hands, bouncing on the balls of my feet, shaking my hands, looking up. "Yes! What if the reception goes terribly? What if no one likes the food? What if Danny spills wine on Heidi's dress? What if-"

Carlos grabbed my arms. "Kat, stop. Your wedding is going exactly how you both planned it. Charles is so in love with you that he would do anything for you and you're so in love with him that you have done everything. So how I see it, you and Charles are two people who have faced a lot of challenges and are still here, you're still together. There is nothing you two can't face if you do it together and that includes your wedding."

"Now I'm going to cry and it's going to be all your fault!" I started tapping the corners of my eyes frantically.

Pierre looked at me quizzically. "What are you doing?"
"I can't smudge my make-up," I explained.

"I think you were panicking because everything is actually going perfectly for you two and you're afraid things are going to go wrong because of that because they have to even out. But hear me out, you've both gone through so many bad things, maybe this is things evening out? You two deserve to be happy. I don't care what I have to do to make sure of it but so help me God, I will make sure that you two are happy and this wedding happens," Pierre said adamantly.

"Are you threatening me with a good wedding?" I laughed.

The Frenchman nodded. "Yes, and I will follow through with it."

"Seriously though Kat, you're already part of our family. You don't need to be worried about it because we all love you and you and Charles are great together. You've had your ups and downs but you've always come through them stronger. You might drive Charles crazy sometimes but I've also never seen him happier than when he's with you." Arthur nudged my arm.

I opened my arms. "Hugs, now."

The three guys surrounded me in a group hug.

Arthur checked his watch again. "Ah no! The wedding is supposed to start in five minutes!"