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Marin
OMG THIS IS THE BEST THING THAT’S EVER HAPPENED TO ME. Hi hi hiii, I’m Marin, and I will be your chaos fairy / crystal altar curator / vibe checker / flower crown dealer / backup officiant if we decide on full moon handfasting.
Marin
Also, I made a mood board. It’s called “Holy Matrimony But Make It Hot.”
Tim
SEE. THIS. IS THE ENERGY I NEED AROUND MY SISTER.
Marin
Don’t worry. She’s my girl now. I’m emotionally committed. I will fight florists for her. I will charm venue owners into discounts. I will manifest a guest list that slaps. I’m already planning the post-wedding aura cleanse. You think I’m joking.
Colin
I’m muting this chat.
Tim
You do that but just know I’m printing our text messages and making a scrapbook for your birthday.
Tim
Now, @Amelia, your silence is loud.
Tim
Please advise: Your dress vibe (feral fairy queen? ghost of couture past?).
Tim
Open bar? y/n
Tim
First dance: moody, unhinged, or live musical breakdown featuring a surprise sax solo?
My head snaps up and I stare at Gage, eyes wide, limbs frozen, breath doing something deeply unregulated. “Holy fuck, I am deceased, and you will be too.” I wave my phone at him likeit’s cursed. “They’re planning our wedding. The wedding wejust had. Oh my God. I did not think this all the way through.”
I start twitching. Or vibrating. It’s unclear.
“We have to give our people a wedding. Our girls. Our families. Our friends.” I pause. Breathe. Swallow the reality. “And Marin. Marin isin. I think I’m spiritually handcuffed to her for life now.”
Gage shifts beside me. Sitting. One big, warm palm presses to my thigh. Calming. Reassuring. Possessive in the softest way.
His other hand comes to the back of my neck, fingers threading gently into my hair.
He leans in, kisses my temple, and when he speaks, his voice is deep and certain. And amused, but filled with so much love. “Breathe, Princess.”
I do, because when he says it like that, how can I not?
Then, he pulls back to meet my eyes, and the look there says he’d throw a party in hell if I asked. “They want a wedding?” His mouth curves, voice dropping an octave. “Then let’s give them a fucking show.”
CHAPTER 5
THE WEDDING WOLVES
