Mid Life Love: At Last (Mid Life Love #2)(71)

Instead of dismissing her, I smiled and wrapped my arms around her—hugging her tightly. “Thank you for the something borrowed. I look forward to us starting over in the future.”

She sniffled as she hugged me back. “Me too, Claire. I mean, Mrs. Statham.”

“Are we ready?” Sandra cleared her throat. “The limo is downstairs and the groomsmen are already at the venue according to the director. Let’s go!”

My heart was in my throat.

Everything about our venue was perfect. Absolutely perfect.

There wasn’t a cloud in the sky, and the ten foot archways that were made entirely of white and yellow roses stood tall and elegant on the lawn. The bridesmaids’ dresses—long and airy champagne gowns, perfectly matched the sparkling chandeliers I’d seen hanging in the hallway.

As our mothers walked down the aisle, I felt my bouquet slipping through my hands. It nearly fell to the ground as I watched Sandra and Helen walk out. Then it was Ashley and Caroline’s turn.

Miss Corwin reached into her pocket and dabbed my eyes with a Kleenex. “Don’t cry yet, Miss Gracen....Take several deep breaths.” She waited for me to follow her instructions. “It’s almost time...”

A deep voice said, “Please stand for the bride...” and I heard the rustling of chairs.

The first few notes of Robin Thicke’s “Angels” began to play and my heart nearly tumbled out of my chest.

I took one step forward and froze.

Breathe, Claire....Breathe...

I was shaking. I was way too nervous.

The song reached the middle of the first verse and I still hadn’t taken another step.

“Miss Gracen?” Miss Corwin’s eyes widened. “Miss Gracen?”

“I can’t breathe...”

She said a few words into the mic that was tucked into her sleeve, and the music suddenly faded. She put her hands on my shoulders and looked into my eyes. “Miss Gracen, this is going to be the happiest day of your life.”

“I know that...”

“You’re marrying the man of your dreams...Actually, you’re marrying the man of every woman’s dreams.”

I let out a nervous laugh.

“You can do this...” She lowered her voice. “And you better do this because he told me he’s coming after you if you take longer than three minutes to come down the aisle.”

I burst into uncontrollable laughter and she spoke into her sleeve again. “We’re ready now.”

She pulled a tube of lip gloss out of her pocket and applied one last coat to my lips.

Robin Thicke’s “Angels” began to play once more and she gave me a light shove.

I swallowed and took several slow steps forward, trying to focus on the piano keys of the melody. As the song neared the chorus, I approached the final floral arch and saw the audience standing to their feet.

Taking one last deep breath, I made my way to the edge of the aisle runner—where hundreds of white, yellow, and pink petals were perfectly swirled in series of the letter “S.”

I caught fragments of whispers from the crowd: “Pretty...Stunning...Beautiful...” and looked straight ahead. I started counting my steps—one, two, three, four—but as soon as Jonathan’s eyes met mine, nothing else mattered; no one else was relevant.

He briefly took his eyes off mine and looked me up and down as I neared the middle of the aisle

I could’ve sworn I saw him mouth, “You’re so f**king beautiful...”

He stepped down from the gazebo, and it looked like he was going to come down the aisle for me, but Corey grabbed his shoulder and held him back.

Smiling, I locked my eyes on his again, and took my last few steps to the altar. As soon as I was within his grasp, he reached for my hands and helped me onto the platform.

For the next few seconds, everything around us disappeared and it felt like we were the only people in the world.

I wanted to whisper “I love you” and I could tell he wanted to say it too, but we simply stood still staring into each other’s eyes—letting the silence say it all.

“You may now be seated.” The pastor’s voice broke us out of the spell. He hesitated a couple minutes before speaking again. “Dearly beloved—”

Jonathan slipped an arm around my waist and pulled me close, kissing me senseless.

The pastor cleared his throat and tapped him on the shoulder. “Mr. Statham?” The audience was laughing. “We haven’t arrived at that part yet...”

He whispered, “I don’t care” against my mouth, and slowly pulled away, taking my hands in his again.

“Let’s try this again...” The pastor joked. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness...”

I wasn’t listening to a single word he was saying. I was too busy getting lost in Jonathan’s incredible blue eyes, trying my hardest to stand still and wait for the part when we would finally be “allowed” to kiss.

I suddenly felt Ashley giving me a slight nudge in my back and looked over my shoulder.

“The ring...” She handed it to me and I turned back around.

The pastor instructed for us to exchange rings and then he asked Jonathan to repeat his every word.

“I, Jonathan Statham.” Jonathan held me captive with his gaze. “Take you Claire Gracen to have and to hold from this day forward...”