Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 62972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Bliss is my maid of honor again, along with my sisters. Bliss lives in Vegas now; Ember got her a job at one of the Beasts Ink tattoo shops, and she’s having a blast. And of course she’s thrilled about the wedding. “This is so awesome; your guys love you so much. I’m so glad you worked things out.”
“Me too.” I take a final look at myself in the mirror. My gown is simple but elegant, a creamy white that complements my coloring. Around my waist is a silk belt of three plaited strands—honey brown, gray, and blue. The colors of my husbands’ eyes.
The necklace I’m wearing is a gold chain with three teardrop stones dangling from it, in the same three colors.
My rings are gone so my men can put them back on me during the ceremony; my finger feels so strange and bare without them. Bliss has Conal’s ring, plus new ones for Rafe and Bron.
“You look amazing,” she says. “So beautiful. Are you ready?”
“Yeah, I’m ready.” I smile at her the way you can only smile at someone who knows your history and has been there for most of it, and then I pick up my bouquet and we make our way down the hall to the room where the ceremony is being held.
Jack and another of our security guys are guarding the door, and I mouth Thank you to them. Jack nods at me and holds the door open, and we go inside.
My men are waiting for me, in actual tuxes this time, each with a cummerbund that matches his eye color. They’re so beautiful. I’m glad that Bliss precedes me down the aisle, so I can take a breath and not start crying at the sight of them.
Then it’s my moment. Everyone stands, and every eye turns to me as I make my way toward my future. My loves. My happily ever afters.
CONAL
That was a beautiful ceremony.
My brothers and I wrote our own vows, and fortunately Bliss planned ahead. She had a bunch of tissues hidden away, and kept pulling them out so Hazel could dry her eyes. Her waterproof mascara held up well, but we put it to the test today.
Hazel wrote her vows, too, and the three of us got choked up in a very manly way while she recited them.
We held the ceremony in one of Belle Epoque’s banquet rooms, and the reception in another, where we’re now enjoying delicious food. Apparently the head chef here, a guy named Thorn, has quite a reputation, and as far as I’m concerned it’s well deserved.
I’m not paying that much attention to my food, though, stellar as it is. I can’t stop looking at my gorgeous bride, and thanking my lucky stars for whatever gut-deep impulse said This one right here the night I met her.
After this celebration is done, we’re finally taking our wife on a proper honeymoon. I can’t wait.
RAFE
I’ve never gotten married before. In truth, I’ve always been cynical about marriage as an institution. Tool of the patriarchy and all that.
But I’ll be damned if I wasn’t deeply moved by standing up with the woman I love and exchanging vows with her in front of our families and friends. There’s something really special about making those promises from the heart.
I never imagined that my brothers and I would end up marrying the same woman, but it’s fitting. We share our music, and now we share our wife. The two closest things to our hearts.
Hazel is perfect for us, and I hope we’re perfect for her. We’ve got the rest of our lives to keep showing her how glad we are that she said yes to us.
The honeymoon is going to be amazing. Hazel doesn’t know where we’re going; hardly anyone does, just us and our assistant. Top secret trip.
Hazel keeps asking how she can pack when she doesn’t know where she’s going, and I told her she doesn’t need anything but a toothbrush. It’s not like she’ll need clothes.
BRON
Damn.
The only thing better than marrying the sexiest woman alive is getting to share her with your brothers, your best friends, your partners in music.
If someone put me on a drum kit right now, I could play a solo that lasted for hours, that’s how jazzed I am.
I always had this fantasy of a woman who could be a part of our lives in a deep way. Someone who really cared about us and our music and could share in that.
Hazel may not be a musician, but she cares, and we’re teaching her little by little. She’s got her photography, which is awesome, and still she finds ways to support us in everything we do. It was fantastic having her on tour with us, and once our honeymoon is over—not that I’m in any hurry for that to happen—we’ll be able to show her parts of the world she’s never seen before.