Chapter Sixty-seven
“She’ll be here,” Sebastian says but even he’s nervous. Willow fidgets at the other end of the aisle, waiting for her friend, and I can sense her anxiety too.
I left Olivia in her office to decide twenty minutes ago. Willow had gone in after her and came back out within ten minutes, she didn’t say anything to me, and her face gave nothing away.
I don’t know if Olivia is coming.
When another ten minutes pass and there’s still no show of her, despair starts to weigh me down. She hasn’t chosen me back.
My throat feels raw and my stomach rolls. I’ve never felt this way before, never felt this crushing weight of sorrow, the loss a physical weight I feel pinning me down.
But then Willow whips her head around to me, eyes wide, and even from here, I can see they’re glazed.
And then the music starts, a soft melodic sound and my breath catches in my throat when Olivia steps through the doors.
She was stunning the first time she wore that dress but now, she’s devastating.
Willow links her arm as she escorts her down the aisle and all eyes are on her, but her eyes are only on me.
But I simply cannot wait.
My legs are already moving, closing the space between us, closing that distance until she’s in my arms, her face cradled in my hands and my mouth on hers.
“You came,” I whisper against her lips.
She nods slowly, “I choose you too, Kai.”
“I have vows,” I tell her urgently.
Her lips pull up into a breathtaking smile but before she can speak, someone clears their throat.
I snap my head around, glaring at where Sebastian tries to hurry us along. “Fuck you!” I snap at him, “My wife was talking.”
He just grins.
“Come on,” Olivia whispers, “Everyone is staring.”
I walk her the rest of the way, her hand in mine and while the ceremony begins, I don’t hear a word of it, not until it comes to the vows.
I have a piece of paper in my pocket but they’re not the words I want to use anymore.
So, I step up to her, lean in until my mouth is at her ear and she’s the only one who can hear me.
“For the rest of my life, Olivia, I will love you. Every bratty, rebellious side of you. I will laugh with you, and hold you when you cry, will worship you, and look after you. I will continue to choose you, no matter the outcome because you are it. It’s not the sun I seek after the storm, it’s you. Always you.”
Her breath rushes from her as I gently kiss her cheek.
“And when my time comes, there will be no place that will be able to hold me from you. I will find you in every existence. I love you, Olivia Farrow. Always.”