She obeys and orders drinks for the whole table. The conversation shifts to simple things, like summer plans, next year’s program, and professors we’re scared of.
We all freeze when the waitress walks up with another round, saying it was called in from Professor Henry Grant and his wife, Shana Willis Grant. She wanted to congratulate everyone.
Cheers erupt around the table. Quinn shoots her a quick text, thanking her.
I clink bottles with Eric, Crystal, and Kenny in celebration of our accomplishments. After all I’ve gone through the last few weeks, I deserve this.
Sometime during the night, Quinn and I send a video to Bryce and Dean, singing an obnoxious version of “Marry Me” by Jason Derulo.
The message I get back sends my heart racing.
Bryce: I already married you. It’s your turn to marry me.
Chapter 37
June 19th—Destin, Florida
The day is finally here, and nothing can tame the butterflies swarming in my stomach. All the women in my life run around the bridal suite in a tizzy while I sit on the couch, watching them calmly. Quinn starts to mess with my hair, and I slap away her hand.
“Can you stop?”
“Why does it feel like I’m more nervous than you are?”
“Because you probably are. The only nerves I have are filled with excitement.”
“I’d say you’re utterly disgusting, but you’d probably think it was a compliment.”
“Probably.”
“I can’t believe you’re about to get married.”
“Pretty amazing, huh?”
“I’m a little shocked you’re not a little more freaked out.”
“If you’d gone through what I have, you’d understand. Remember, we almost lost Bryce a few months ago.”
“That big klutz fell over his own feet and hit his head.” She giggles. “Let’s hope he’s more coordinated today.”
I try to act aggravated but end up laughing along with her. Pretty soon, Sheila, Jamie, and Mom join in.
Once Bryce was back on his feet and recovered, Quinn started teasing him. It was her own way of bringing humor to the situation, so every time we discussed it, we weren’t reminded of the sadness. He was irritated at first but then started ignoring her.
“Has anyone seen Bryce?” I ask the group.
“His ass has probably been at the altar since sunrise, waiting for you. Freaking sissy,” Quinn mumbles.
“Okay, honey, I think everything’s ready. I’ll be back with the photographer soon. Then we’ll get you dressed,” Mom tells me, heading to the door.
“Wait.” I get up and go to her, pulling her into a hug. “Thank you. This weekend has been perfect. You’ve done a lot of work, and I know I was distracted, but every single detail is exactly what I’ve always dreamed about.”
Her eyes well up with tears, and she lays her hand on my cheek. “Your dad and I are so proud of you both. You couldn’t have picked a better man to love you so deeply. He’s always been a part of the family, but today, you make it official.”
I fight back my own emotions and nod. There’s a knock at the door, and Crystal pokes her head in. “Can I join you guys?”
“Absolutely.” I step back, and Mom leaves.
“I have something for you.” Crystal holds out a small box, and I take it with a goofy grin. This is no doubt from Bryce. Before I get it out of her hand, a flash catches my eye, and I gasp.