Page 32 of Kink in the Road
EPILOGUE
The gentle lapping of waves against the shore provided a soothing backdrop as I stood before the full-length mirror, smoothing down the front of my dress. The ivory silk flowed over my curves, I couldn’t help but smile as I smoothed a hand over it.
“You look absolutely radiant,” my dad said from the doorway, his eyes misty with unshed tears.
I turned to face him, my own eyes welling up. “Don’t you dare make me cry, old man. Rebecca will kill me if I ruin my makeup.”
Dad chuckled, crossing the room to pull me into a gentle hug. “She wouldn’t dare. Not on your wedding day.”
As if summoned by her name, there was a soft knock on the door. “Everything okay in there?” Rebecca called.
“We’re fine.”
‘Well, I have someone who isn’t. He wants in.”
I exchanged an amused glance with Dad. “Let me guess, Aiden?”
“Nope,” Finn called. “Try again.”
I snorted.
The doorknob wiggled. “Let me in.”
“No! No peeking!” I laughed. “It’s bad luck!”
“If there’s two grooms in this part does that cancel out the bad luck or double it?” Aiden asked from the other side of the door.”
I rolled my eyes. “Nice try, boys. You’ll see me when everyone else does.”
Their grumbling was audible even through the closed door, making me giggle. Dad shook his head, a fond smile on his face.
“Those two really are something else.”
“They’re perfect,” I said softly. “Are you happy, Dad?”
He pulled me into his arms, holding me tight. “Of course, Ry. I’m proud of you, baby. And you couldn’t have chosen better—those boys are the kind of men I’ve always wanted for you.” He pulled back just enough to meet my gaze. “Your mother would be so happy for you, sweetheart.”
I blinked back tears, pulling him in for another hug. “Thank you, Dad. For everything.”
A commotion outside broke the moment, and I heard the mayor’s voice rise above the others. “Alright, you two. Back to your places. It’s almost time!”
Dad offered me his arm. “Ready to get married?”
I took a deep breath, smoothing down my dress one last time. “More than ready.”
The beach was a vision of beauty as we stepped out of the small cottage. Rows of chairs had been set up on the sand, decorated with flowing white fabric and bouquets of wildflowers. An arch made of driftwood stood at the end of the aisle, twined with more flowers and twinkling fairy lights.
As the music began to play - a soft, melodic tune that spoke of love and new beginnings - I saw Aiden and Finn take their places under the arch. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of them.
Aiden looked dashing in a light grey suit, his dark hair tousled by the sea breeze, while Finn stood tall and proud beside him in a matching suit, his blue eyes trained on me.
They were love personified.
Dad squeezed my arm gently, and we began our walk down the aisle. Friends and family from both on and off the island filled the seats, their faces beaming with joy and support.
I saw Mrs. Murdock dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief, while her husbands each had an arm around her shoulders.
As we reached the arch, Dad placed my hand in Finn’s, then took Aiden’s as well, joining the three of us together. “Take care of each other,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.
