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“She looks magical,” Gwen whispered.

“She sure does,” Keith replied, his head rubbernecked back over his shoulder.

Gwen noted he must be uncomfortable in that position and wondered why he didn’t turn completely. Then she realised why. She had hold of his arm in both her hands clinging on.

“Oh I’m sorry,” Gwen said and dropped her hands immediately.

“That’s okay. I like you were caught up in the moment and hung onto me.”

Gwen didn’t know how to respond to his comment and focused on the bride.

Freya started strolling, smiling left and right. More like grinning. Gwen looked back to the front after Keith nudged her to look. Archer was giving Luke a stern glare and eventually Luke turned around. For a moment everything stayed still, including Freya. She stopped dead half way down the aisle staring at Luke. He stared back and then he was on the move. Towards her. Eating up the distance with his long legs. Freya let go of her father’s arm and hurried to him and they met at the end of Gwen’s aisle.

And kissed.

Luke’s hands were on her neck, thumbs stroking her cheeks and he gave her a hard kiss over her veil.

A ripple of laughter rang out.

“I suppose I’m no longer needed,” Freya’s father muttered.

“I’m sorry,” Luke said. “I didn’t think you’d come and then when I saw you I needed to make sure you were real.”

“That’s okay,” Freya replied.

“I’ll go back to my position. Carry on,” Luke said.

A burst of laughter rang out in the rows around Freya, Luke, and Freya’s father, and then a tittering ofwhat did he say?Inthe rows further back.

Luke strode back to his spot to slaps on the back from his brothers. Freya rolled her shoulders, grinned at her bridesmaids and took her father’s arm.

“That’s the most romantic scene I’ve ever witnessed.”

Keith didn’t answer her, so she turned to look at him to see him staring at her. He still didn’t say anything, just nodded and faced forward. Only then did she notice that he was clutching her bicep with his hand. Not hard as she barely noticed his fingers on her arm. But now she’d noticed she felt the heat.

Gwen pulled away when she realised she was clutching on to Keith, but he kept his hand there for moments longer until they were asked to sit.

Chapter Forty-Nine

Luke

Freya sat sideways on Luke’s lap while the photographer snapped away. He had his arm around her waist and held on tight.

“You’re my fucking wife, Freya Turner,” he whispered into her ear.

“I know, right? All my dreams come true. I’m living next door to my best friend again,” she replied.

Luke watched as his wife threw her head back laughing. Dozens of flashes erupted at that moment and Luke’s heart swelled with hope that someone captured Freya’s contagious laughter, which he believed to be the epitome of joy.

“I hope that’s a bonus and not the only reason you married me?” he said.

Her laughter died on her lips as she got close and whispered into the shell of his ear.

“I married you because I’m in love with you. I married you because I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I married you because you’re Luke Turner.”

“I love you too Mrs Turner,” he whispered back.

“Oh my god, Mrs Turner,” Heidi screeched from the other side of the old wooden table where Luke and Freya signed the marriage certificate.

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