(THIRD BOOK in the Golden Girl Series)
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"Till death do you part?" The priest finishes off with.
"I do," I answer - knowing how ready I am to die with this man.
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You've been on Amber Marigold's journey since she arrived at Tygerwell. Now join...
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Twenty steps. My happiness is only twenty steps away. Golden afternoon sunlight filters through the canopy of trees, trickling past the hanging copper lights and kissing my skin in a tender greeting. A slow breeze brushes past me as I walk towards Xavier on the other side of the aisle. The pathway is covered with yellow marigold flowers and I feel glad that I decided to walk barefoot. If only to feel the soft petals beneath me.
"You're so tense," someone says next to me.
I look up and it's my dad that's leading me down the aisle. Why am I surprised?Of course, my dad is walking me down the aisle. Why wouldn't he? I smile up at him sheepishly. "I just want this day to be perfect. I don't want anyone to get hurt," I tell him.
"What are you talking about? Nothing could go wrong," Dad says - reassuring me with his kind green eyes. I melt at the words and hold on tighter to his arm.
What am I talking about? There's no danger here. This is a wedding.
"I guess, the guests will hate me once I'm unleashed at the buffet tables," I joke.
Dad chuckles as we slowly make our way down the aisle. "I think you've got your work cut out for you, Amber. Your ginger friend was already eyeing the buffet tables when we walked in here," Dad jokes right back and inclines his head to the left - exposing the silver-grey hairs that adorn his brunet locks.
I look over at the rows of seats. It's fairly empty as weddings go so it's easy to spot Calvin grinning at me. I grin right back at my tall friend and wave with my marigold and rose bouquet. "He's a strawberry blond," I correct Dad under my breath.
Calvin then leans back so his date can see me as well. Matt is looking lovely as ever with his blond hair styled back. He's holding Calvin's hand and the two of them show me a thumbs up. I'm so happy they can be themselves now. I'm so happy they don't have to hide their feelings for each other. They really do look good together. Even while focussing on me, Matt still licks his thumb to push back one of Calvin's out of place hairs. The two share a look where they seem to say that they're next. It'll be their wedding after this.
