Spark in the Dark

Chapter 146

"How are you feeling, future Mrs. Ortiz?" Lyla asked as she zipped the back of Shawn's wedding dress.

They were standing in one of the bedrooms at Gemma's father's place. They had arrived a few hours before and Shawn finally got to see all the hard work Gemma had put into the day. The garden was in full bloom and beautiful. It was so much bigger than Shawn had expected. She noticed that they had rebuilt the same archway Opie and Lyla were married under, but decorated it differently. Shawn hoped Lyla didn't notice.

"Good. A little anxious, but a good anxious," Shawn answered her question.

"Excited anxious?"

"Right."

"It's totally okay if you're freaking out a little bit."

"I'm not," Shawn said. "I promise."

They heard the sound of bikes pulling up outside. Lyla went to the window to look out.

"Who is it?" Shawn asked. Some of the prospects arrived earlier to help Gemma set up. Lyla turned her head to look at Shawn. She pretended to take a drink out of an invisible glass. "Oh, God. Not that, again."

"You love it," Lyla told her. "And admit it, he thinks it's funny, too."

"Of course he does." Shawn walked over to the window to peak outside. She bit her lip and smiled at the sight of Juice standing near the bikes with some of the other guys. He was wearing his gray pants and a white button down with the sleeves rolled up underneath his cut. Shawn wondered if Gemma told him to wear gray since she used a mostly gray and purple color scheme.

"He's looking good," Lyla said.

"He always looks good."

Shawn continued to look for another moment until Lyla moved her away from the window. "Okay, that's enough swooning. He's going to look up here and see you."

"Fine," Shawn grumbled. "So, how do I look? Any last minute changes?"

"No, you look perfect," Lyla told her. Someone knocked on the door and Lyla went to open it. Tig stepped into the room and smiled at Shawn. "I'll give you two a minute. I can go let everyone know you're ready."

"Thanks, Ly," Shawn told her. Lyla left and closed the door on her way out.

"Wow, baby," Tig said.

"I look good, huh?"

"You look like your mother."

Tears prickled Shawn's eyes and she tried to blink them away. "I wish she was here."

"Me, too. She would have known what to say."

"How about tell me I'm making the right choice?" Shawn suggested.

"You are. Juice is going to be a good old man," Tig admitted and hugged Shawn. "Mostly because I threatened to murder him and bury his body back in Jersey if he messes this up right before we left Charming."

"Jersey?" Shawn laughed and stepped back. "Dad, Juice is from Queens."

"That explains why he laughed at me," Tig said. "You ready to go?"

"Yeah, let's do this."

Tig escorted Shawn down the stairs. They got to the backdoor of the house and Tig opened the door and gave a signal to someone. The music being played by the band Gemma had gotten changed and Shawn's heart suddenly felt like it was going a mile a minute.

"Last chance, kid. Harley is full of gas," Tig said.

"This dress would never fit on the back of a motorcycle," Shawn said with a smile.