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My stomach risesup in my throat as I step intothelimo.

Ethan follows. He's bouncy with that Ethan-like energy, but there isn't a sign of nervousness onhisface.

There's nothing but amusement in his brightblueeyes.

He smiles as he adjusts my tie. "You lookqueasy."

I feel queasy. We're twenty minutes out from my wedding. Maybe only fifteen. And fuck, we'rerunninglate.

And the sky isstillgrey.

It needs to be that vibrant pink ofsunset.

That's what Laceywants.

That's whatshe'llget.

Somehow.

I still haven't managed to get Mother Nature to bend tomywill.

Maybeoneday.

But right now, my energy is more focused on deepbreaths.

I'm lightagain.

Like I'm going to float intothesky.

And we're only on the way to theceremonysite.

Once we actually getthere…

Fuck.

I'm still not used to nerves. I'm still not used to the way Lacey owns my heart. Fuck, she owns every pieceofme.

It'sthrilling.

Andterrifying.

Andintoxicating.

Andeverything.

Today needs to be perfectforher.

But there's nothing left to do exceptexperienceit.

Ethan leans back into the bench seat. He folds one leg over the other to make a four, thatI'm kicking backgesture.

"You're mocking me?" I archabrow.

"Would I do that to you? On your wedding day? That would becruel."

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