Page 113 of Beau & Autumn

I smile, kissing her head. I’ve never felt more relaxed, happy, or more content in my life.

We’re here. We’re doing this. And I will never regret marrying my best friend. “And I can’t wait to make you mine all over again, Wifey.”

EPILOGUE

Autumn

A few months later…

My heart is racing wildly, almost beating out of my chest now that our wedding day is finally here.

Our official wedding day, where all of our friends and family get to celebrate with us this time.

We managed to slide in a free weekend between what is shaping up to be an amazing wedding season for the first year of the Bassetts’ new venue at the barn. I’m loving every minute of being a part of each couple’s special day. Every wedding I’ve taken photographs for is unique to the next. It’s also given me a lot of inspiration for themes for my and Beau’s big day, thanks to Eden.

I’ve quickly realized I love all things romantic and whimsical. That’s why we chose peonies, roses, vintage and lace as our theme. We also threw in some magnolias for good measure.I can’t wait to use my flower press on these too, so I can keep the memories forever.

I wanted to incorporate all of it into our real wedding and add touches of the things Beau likes too. Though I have to say, he’s been very easy-going about every single thing. Like last night when we were putting the finishing touches to the To Do list:

“You know I love helping you make lists.” He grins.

I look up. “Oh, why’s that?”

He cups my chin, planting a kiss on my lips. “Because you look so cute wearing my glasses.”

I only wear them for reading, and I keep saying I need to go and have my eyes tested.

“Now I know you’re lying.”

“Never.” He glances down at the list. “What you got for me?”

“The cake. We decided on lemon butter cream, right?”

“Verne’s specialty.”

“This will be three tiers so you have to be super careful.”

“You’ve only told me like eight hundred times,” he whispers against my lips.

We also have Aunt May making her famous lemon bars for our guests to take away.

“I’ve got something for you,” Beau goes on.

I raise his glasses onto the top of my head. “It better be something I haven’t seen before.”

He smirks, then leans over to the bedside table as I watch, wondering what he’s doing.

Then he produces a little package wrapped in tissue paper.

“So you know how you liked those cake toppers?”

My eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “Those custom ones?”

“Yeah.”

“The ones that take three months to make as the woman who makes them is so busy?”

He taps his nose. “It’s not what you know around here. Unwrap it.”

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