Page 92 of The Wedding Planner's Manny
“That's all right.” Nick stepped back and got his phone out, pointing the camera at Kade’s new husband.
“You're filming this?”
“Are you kidding? Of course I am. Your husband has to see this. Make it good.”
Shane groaned, but didn't let himself be dissuaded by the camera. “The things I do for my husband,”
he muttered, and then he started to sing.
Sitting beneath the night sky, the wind calls my name
I'm standing on the edge of something, do you feel the sameYour touch is like a spider's web and I can't get away
So many people have passed but I need to hear you say
Release me, free me
I can't move on
Call me, hear me
Throw a message in a bottle
Just set me free
While my cousin was singing—or rather, mangling, Kade's song, Ethan pulled me to the side of the dance floor and then out of the ballroom into the quieter hallway. There, he pulled the plugs out of his ears. “I hope your family isn't going to make the singing a tradition,” he said.
“After that performance, I doubt it.”
Ethan nodded, and then he licked his lips. He looked almost nervous about something. “I know I told you about my favorite wedding venues earlier, but did I tell you about my favorite traditions?”
I shook my head and he continued.
“One of the first couples I worked for had a German background. They taught me about this German tradition of smashing porcelain goods the night before the wedding because shards are for good luck.
They had a blast throwing plates and mugs and everything against the wall.”
“Really?” I'd never heard of a tradition like that. “Sounds like a pain to clean up.”
“The couple cleans up the shards together. It's supposed to show them how to work as a team when the going gets rough.”
“That's a nice idea.”
“Right? I think so too. I was already married when I first heard of it, though.” A short pause. “I might not be for much longer. There was a reason I needed a new suit for today. I have something to celebrate too.” He pulled a neatly folded paper out of his suit's inner pocket and handed it to me.
“What's this?” I asked, even as I unfolded the document and my eyes flew over the official looking lines. “Is this...?”
“Yeah, it is.” Ethan grinned. “Divorce papers. I'm a free man.”
“That's... it'sfantastic.” I threw my arms around my alpha. “Congratulations!” If anyone could appreciate how great it could be to get a divorce, it was me.
“Thank you.” He pulled me closer, and I kissed him. It was all I wanted to do at that moment. He was no longer married, which meant he was finally free to be completelymine.
“You want to go back to our room?” Ethan asked.
“You really think we can go?” I looked at all the people gathered in front of the stage, my eyes searching for my brother. It would be rude to leave the wedding early without telling him.
“It's okay,” Ethan reassured me. “I've talked to Nick.”
