It's Always Been You

The Night to Remember

It was the big night, the night of the rehearsal dinner which meant I would be seeing all of my family members who surely would have something to critique.

I looked at myself in the full length mirror in my room, straightening out my dress.

A knock sounded on the door before Wes stepped into the room. He leaned against the doorframe, a grin playing on his lips.

I quirked an eyebrow, watching him through the mirror. "A picture lasts longer."

Wes chuckled softly. "I don't need a picture when this image is engraved in my head forever."

My face flushed, heat rising up my face. I glanced back to look at myself, feeling like I would melt under his gaze if I kept my eyes locked with his any longer. "Don't tell me I look that bad, so bad it'll be etched in your brain forever."

Wes rolled his eyes playfully as he started to walk towards me. "You could never look bad, sweetheart. Not even if you tried."

I felt a shiver go down my spine, hearing his low voice speak in a hushed manner. I exhaled deeply, trying my hardest not to look at him.

"Need some help with this?" Wes lifted a necklace off my dresser, holding it up.

I nodded, offering him a small smile. "Yeah, actually. Thank you."

Wes licked his lips, slowly closing the distance between us. He stood directly behind me, his chest almost touching my back.

He slowly lifted a hand to move my hair in front of one shoulder, his fingers lightly grazing my bare neck. I clenched my fists to stop myself from shivering from his touch, the proximity and heat making my stomach flutter.

Wes put the necklace around my neck, clasping it. He let his fingers hover at the back of my neck for a moment longer, staring right at me through the mirror.

The hair on the back of my neck pricked up from the feeling of his warm breath fanning my skin. I felt like I was about to melt, my heart rate speeding.

I inhaled through my nose, looking at his beautiful eyes that were filled with life.

"You look beautiful, Fia." His voice was soft, quiet. His eyes didn't dare to leave mine for a second. His eyes were so deep and sure, I was scared to look away.

I let out a shaky breath. "Thank you."

Wes paused for a moment, clenching his teeth before he finally took a step back and brought space between us.

I turned to face him, looking down at my hands because I was scared to look at him right now. "Tonight could be good. More likely, it'll be a mess."

When I looked at him, he was smiling warmly. "I promise I will do my best to keep you calm."

"My hero," I grinned. "As long as I get enough alcohol in my system, I should be fine."

Wes grinned as he held out his hand. "Ready?"

I nodded firmly, placing my hand in his. "As I'll ever be."

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Wes and I got to the location the rehearsal dinner was being held at, instantly offered drink by my cousins who knew this night was going to be long.

"Fia," my mother offered me a distant hug, kissing each one of my cheeks. She turned to Weston, taking in his appearance. "Weston. It's nice to see you both."

I forced a smile onto my face. "You as well, mother. You look good."

She kept a tight-lipped smile on her face. "Your hair does look better when it's up but you look fine, dear."