Chapter Twenty-One

For once, my parents decided to behave in front of each other as they walked me down the aisle.

I was nervous as hell, my palms were sweating, and my heart was pounding wildly inside my chest. Did every bride feel like this? I felt scared…terrified. I felt self-conscious that every eye was on me.

But when I raised my face toward the altar, I saw Travis standing there, looking magnificent in a tux. He was looking at me intensely…as if he couldn’t take his eyes off me…as if I were the only woman in the room. He was looking at me the way I wanted my real groom to look at me. Tears welled up in my eyes.

He looked down to me as he took my hand from my father. He gave me a crooked smile that made my heart stop beating altogether.

“Hello, beautiful,” he whispered.

“Hey,” I managed to say.

He raised my hand to his lips and gave it a kiss. Then he guided me toward the altar.

Travis held my han