To Color Your Life - Chapter 103

“Are you really worried?” Mr. Pitcher and Emily stopped at the closed doors that led into the garden. The guests were already waiting for them there, the path along which the bride had to go was decorated. In a beautiful arch of flowers, Justin was waiting for her to utter the words of an oath and call her his wife.

There were just a few last steps to be taken.

“A little,” the girl lied, but her trembling palm suggested otherwise. Even the first roller coaster ride was not that scary. The moment when the booth rises to the very top and stops for a few seconds to fall down with a loud rumble.

And you know you’re buckled, but you still grab the seat belts to hold them in place. But the guests are unlikely to understand her if she also starts screaming from an overabundance of emotions.

Arthur put his other hand on the girl’s trembling hand, “Thank you for letting me do this,” the man’s voice was a little hoarse. He was nervous too.

“Thank you. I am honored that you will lead me down the aisle, Mr. Pitcher,” Emily thanked him sincerely. After the death of her parents, if she imagined her wedding, she saw herself walking along the path alone. But not now.

She wondered how Justin was feeling as he was standing there and waiting for her? Is he as worried as she is? Or is he feeling calm and restrained?

Emily closed her eyes for a moment, remembering the groom’s surprise that Justin had given her as soon as the first rays of the sun appeared on the horizon.

While everyone was still asleep, including her, this shameless man found a crane somewhere. The driver lifted the car up to the level of the third floor of Emily’s hotel, and Justin climbed onto her balcony.

Well, at least he didn’t think of singing a serenade! Although for this he would most likely have called Barkens for help.

An insistent knock on the window woke the girl up. It took her a few seconds to rub her eyes, find her glasses, and only then see the one who disturbed her priceless sleep.

“What are you doing here?!” she hissed in a whisper as if they were teenagers hiding from their parents in her room. “It’s only five in the morning!”

“I missed you, Em,” Justin reached for the girl as his gaze moved behind her, “Wow, is that your dress?”

With a quick movement, Emily drew the curtains and slammed the balcony door, leaving the man in the air.

“Well, it looks like I’ll have to wait until lunchtime to see it,” Evans sighed and wrapped Emily in a tight hug like a bear.

“Why are not you sleeping?”

“I was, and then I had a nightmare. In my dream, I saw that you did not come to the ceremony, and when I came here, you were not in the room.”

“Is that why you decided to check?” Emily snuggled up to Justin. His warmth felt almost hot compared to the cool early morning air. “I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

“Yes. Let’s stand like this a little longer. And who came up with this stupid rule for the bride and groom to sleep separately before the wedding?” The man’s hand slowly crawled down the girl’s back.

Emily chuckled and pinched Evans on the side, “Don’t even hope I’ll let you inside.”

The man’s chuckle touched her ear, “Inside what, dear? For me to get inside you, we don’t have to be inside the room… Ouch!”

“Next time I’ll pinch for something more valuable, Mr. Evans.”

“Miss Hayes, I didn’t know you were a BDSM fan,” Justin broke into a sly smile as he pointedly rubbed his pinched ass. “A hot wedding night is waiting for us.”

“I don’t know about the night, but a bride with dark circles under her eyes is definitely expecting you.”

“Oh, then my little gift will come in handy.” Evans took a folded piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Emily. “My oath.”

“Shouldn’t you give it back after the ceremony?” the girl began to unfold the sheet, but the man stopped her.

“Not now. When I leave. I’ve been writing this thing all night. It’s too embarrassing to read it in front of me.”

“You could have handed it over later.” I hadn’t even written mine yet, Emily remembered but didn’t voice her thoughts out loud.

“Believe me, knowing you, it’s better now,” Justin innocently kissed the girl on the tip of her nose, climbed over the railing into the crane cabin, and waved his hand, “See you at the altar, my love! Don’t even think of running away from me, I’ll find you!”

Emily watched with a smile as the crane brought Evans down through several windows from her room, just one floor below. It seems that her fiance decided to enter his room the same way as in hers.

I hope we can get up to the presidential suite we rented for our wedding night in a normal way, she thought. Emily would have preferred a classic elevator.

A couple of minutes later, she unrolled the piece of paper that Evans had left her. And ten minutes later, she thanked him that he did it now, and not when she had festive makeup on her face, which would definitely come to an end.

Emily wiped the tears of joy from her eyes, covered herself with a blanket, and went to bed.

“Wow! It seems that I urgently need to return to the groom to pick him up when he faints from such beauty!” A cheerful voice tore the girl out of her thoughts.

Jacob looked from head to foot of the bride and whistled. The man put Melonie on the floor, whom he was holding in his hands, “And here is your flower girl.”

The baby was dressed in an airy lavender dress. The bridesmaids were wearing dresses of the same shades. Lavender was the main symbol of their party.

It was Justin’s idea, Emily didn’t mind.

Jacob disappeared through the door, leaving his daughter with Emily and Arthur.

“Emy, when you have little Justin, I want to marry him in the same dress,” Melonie looked at the bride with admiration, as if she were a princess from a fairy tale.

Emily gently stroked the curls on the girl’s head, “Your dress will be even more beautiful.”

She didn’t explain to the child that they don’t marry cousins. The baby firmly believed that she would marry Justin.

Arthur leaned over to Emily and whispered in her ear, “Congratulations. You will definitely have a son.”

“Why do you think so? I want a girl.”

Pitcher nodded at Mel, “This is an unusual child. If she said that there would be little Justin, then it will be so.”

Emily wanted to know more about what the man had in mind, as the solemn music played, and the doors swung open in front of them.

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