Everything had gone off without a hitch.
Things continued to look up two weeks later when we were in Berlin. Mike had stormed into our room, Marie tight on his heels, a grin the size of Texas plastered on his face.
“You will never believe this shit,” he announced, holding out his phone. “I just got a message from my buddy, Nix, who does security out in ll.A. If this doesn’t brighten your day, I don’t know what will.”
I’ll never forget the smile on Ryan’s face when he heard Nix say in his message that David Ardazzio, forty-five, was arrested today and charged with possession of 3.5 grams of cocaine.
Justice had been served. We were all able to put that horrible incident behind us.
But that was four weeks ago. I was now looking out at the breathtakingly beautiful blue water from the lanai of our gorgeous beachside villa in the Maldives, getting prepared to make my final walk as a single woman. My groom was off in his parents’ villa, probably feeling just as nervous as I was.
“Your hair looks awesome,” Marie said, spraying to hold it in place. She had twisted my hair into a loose ponytail, fluffing it out to make it look even thicker.
I lightly swatted at her. “Not too much spray. I want Ryan to be able to touch it without it breaking off or getting his fingers stuck.”
Tammy had my sandals in her hands, smiling as if she had a secret. “Shoes or no shoes?”
“You’ve got to go barefoot, Taryn,” Janelle answered. “It’s the only way.” Tammy smirked. “Well, you may choose not to wear them, but you have to at least read them.”
Read them? “What are you talking about?” She was really excited when she handed over my brand new Stuart Weitzman strappy bridal sandals. I turned them over, seeing a handwritten note penned on the bottom of one of the shoes.
You’re my best friend, You’re my love, You’re my life.
I can’t wait to make you my wife!
Love, Ryan
My breath hitched as his message sank in.
I covered my mouth, holding back from sputtering. I had envisioned the man I would marry one day, and Ryan had transformed that image into an unbelievable dream. I wasn’t nervous anymore. I knew with absolute certainty that my Ryan wanted me just as much as I wanted him. Tears dripped down my cheeks as I handed the shoe over to Ellen so she could see her son’s sentiment.
Tammy was already reduced to a pool of tears, spurring me to cry harder while I was reprimanded for ruining my makeup.
A few minutes later, Ryan’s mom un-covered my dress. It was white silk and had a thin ribbon crisscrossed over the open back.
I received four nods of approval when I first tried it on but my teeth chattered now as I shimmied into my dress.
Janelle unwrapped my three solitaire diamond necklace—my “something new” wedding gift from Ryan. I had my mother’s beaded hair comb that she wore when she’d married my dad, tucked into the top of my loose braid—my something old. As much as I wished my parents could have been alive to see me on this special day, I knew that they were looking down on me. They were be in the sunrays that cracked through the clouds and the warm breeze that tickled my skin.
Jill had a small box in her hand. “This is from Joe and me. Thank you for letting us be a part of your day, Taryn. It means the world to your father and to me that you’ve included us.”
I hugged Jill, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you for being here.” She touched my face and smiled. “Go on.
Open it.”
My fingers fumbled opening the lid. I gasped when I saw the exquisite sapphire bracelet. “Oh my God! This is beautiful!”
“It’s your something blue,” she said happily.
“Thank you so much! Would you help me put it on?”
Leave it to Janelle to yank me back into reality with her humor. “We have to go soon This is the easy part. Not killing him when he ticks you off is the hard part.” I gaped at Ellen as she was nodding her head. “You’re telling me there are times you want to kill Ryan’s father?”
“Oh yes,” she admitted. “It’s not often—maybe three or four times a year—but it definitely happens.”
I looked over at Tammy.
She agreed. “I threatened to kill Pete on the flight over here.”
Marie was finishing trussing up my dress when I caught a sparkle on her hand. Her fingers were bare when she was putting on my makeup.
I spun so fast I almost fell over. I grabbed her hand. “Oh my God! What is this?” Marie smiled coyly. “Mike proposed to me last night!”
I was so elated; it was hard to contain myself. Could this day get any better? I hugged her fiercely. “How? When?”
Marie giggled. “Last night. He took me for a walk on the beach and told me that he’s never felt this way about anyone and he can’t imagine living life without me.” I think I screamed. I definitely know I was tugging hard on her left hand, taking in the huge rock on her finger.
“He then said he didn’t want to wait to ask; he didn’t want me to think that he was motivated by your wedding or anything.” I hugged her again, whispering my words of congratulations. This was a big step, but I knew no matter what happened, I’d always have her in my life. After all, her three- bedroom house was physically attached to mine—separated only by a breezeway.
Marie gave me a smile. “What say we go get you married? Ryan Christensen is waiting.”
There was a gentle knock on my door before I saw my birth father, Joe, peek around the corner. “Everyone dressed and ready?” he asked.
I smiled at his awkwardly innocent expression. Ryan had flown Joe and his family here for me as a surprise. They may not have been my parents growing up, but without Joe, I wouldn’t have this moment, and that meant a lot to me.
The sun was just starting to set when I walked on shaky knees down the beach. I held Joe’s arm as he steadied me.
I felt instant relief when I saw that Ryan was in fact standing next to the man who would be officiating our union.
As soon as I saw him there with his hands clasped in front of him, his hair gently tussled by the ocean breeze, that breathtaking smile he wore just for me—nothing else mattered. This man was my everything.
He’d been there for me through thick and thin, through the good, the bad, and the ugly.
Our vows on silly napkins were framed and mounted above our bed for us to always remember and never take for granted.
As soon as Ryan took my hands in his, all of my nervous worry drifted off into the breeze.