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Olivia smiled down at her. “Thank you. I feel like one.” She reached out and bopped the little girl on the nose. “You looksopretty.”
“Okay.” Landon clapped his hands together, getting everyone in the correct order. Olivia and I were at the back of the line, and Juliana joined us.
“I love you,” I mouthed, excited to tell her about Olivia’s reaction to the news of our relationship.
She mouthed back, a big smile on her face, “Love you too.”
For a brief moment, it felt like we were a family. My incredible daughter and the woman I loved. Olivia had been nothing but supportive, and I was excited about the future, about the wedding. And I wasn’t just thinking about my daughter’s. I was going to marry this woman.
Chapter Twenty-Five
We stood behind the closed doors, a rustle of silk, a whisper of conversation. The guests were in place, and Connor and the groomsmen had just walked in. They looked stunning in their dress uniforms, a variety of medals glinting from their chests. And any minute now, the doors would swing open and the bridesmaids would walk through, followed by Olivia.
Landon stood at the front of the procession, coordinating with one of our interns inside the chapel. I was at the rear with Olivia and Harrison. I fluffed her skirt, making sure the train laid perfectly. Evelyn had done an amazing job with her dress—showcasing Olivia’s curves, which were outlined with lace.
I smiled up at her, noting how calm she seemed. Her bouquet didn’t shake, and she radiated happiness. For once, I wasn’t sad or even envious. I was overjoyed. I was so happy for Olivia and Connor.
“You look absolutely stunning,” I said, adjusting the ends of her veil.
Her gown was a cascade of lace and flowers, shimmering when she turned in the light. It was romantic and fit her like a dream. As always, I was impressed by Evelyn’s design. It was striking, and it was going to photograph beautifully.
“I forgot something,” Harrison said, stepping aside. I frowned at his back, wondering what couldn’t possibly wait. We were already two minutes behind schedule.
“Thank you,” Olivia said, distracting me momentarily. “For everything. This dress, the venue, planning the wedding with my dad.”
I smiled. “My pleasure.”
She surprised me, pulling me in for a hug. “I’m so happy.”
I beamed. My client’s satisfaction and happiness were always important to me, but even more so for Olivia. “I’m so happy with how the wedding turned out, and I’m glad you are too.”
“I am, but I was actually referring to you and my dad.”
I stilled just as Landon called, “It’s time.”
“How did you…?” I shook my head. Now wasn’t the time. The quartet had started playingCanon in D, the signal for the bride to start her walk down the aisle.
“That’s your cue,” I said. “Harrison.”
“Just a minute,” Olivia said, turning to me. “I see how happy my dad has been the past few months. And I’m so glad you’re the reason.”
I just stood there, dumbstruck, until Harrison returned and handed Olivia a small pin. He secured it to the bouquet. “Almost forgot—Grandma Marian’s brooch.”
They smiled at each other, then Landon asked, “Ready?”
Harrison gave me a warm smile, and I returned it, stepping to the side to grab the other door. “Ready,” I said to Landon, and we opened them at the same time.
This was always my favorite part of the wedding—the anticipation and then the moment when the couple saw each other for the first time. A quick glance at Connor—who was gazing at Olivia with such love that it stole my breath. And then it was time to shut the doors.
“She looks amazing,” Landon said after they were closed.
I nodded, walking quickly as we headed to check on the cocktail hour and set up for the family photos. “She does.”
“And Harrison,” he said.
“Yeah, that was a good call on the tux.” I busied myself with the flowers, making sure every detail was just right.
“Just admit it,” Landon said. “Your boyfriend looks hot.”
