Chapter 59
The Victory Card, the Six of Wands, indicates you are surrounded by people who love and support you.
CAL
What the hell. I love the man. Truly. Madly. Deeply. So what if I preferred it to be a private romantic affair when he asked me to marry him? This is about him, too, not just me.
“Oh, no! Where’s the ring?” I knocked it out of his hand when I hugged him.
Darla was the only one in our circle of friends with a young enough back and flexible enough hips to crawl under the bar table and retrieve the ring box.
The ring.
What if it is some gaudy piece of crap like Laura was wearing? I was hoping we could pick out rings together. I wanted a simple band.
I point to the ring box. “Did you pick that out?”
“Yes.”
“All by yourself?”
“Yes.”
“Biz didn’t help?”
“No.”
“Marci?”
He shakes his head. “It’s a custom design.”
I open the box and peek inside. I remove a simple silver band with a small moonstone in the center. The moonstone is flanked by two hearts stamped in the silver.
“Read the inscription on the inside.”
I read the words out loud. “My Best Last.”
I hear a few “awwws” from the friends standing around us.
I slip the ring onto my left hand.
“Is that a yes?” He pulls me to him.
“No.” Tears are coursing down my cheeks.
“It’s a HELL YES.”
Everyone claps.
Marci hands me the bouquet. “Ready?”
“For what?”
Biz pushes a button on her phone. Rod Stewart serenades us with an unplugged version of Have I Told You Lately That I Love You.
Danny holds out his hand. “Why wait?”
Why indeed.
Danny and I stand before our friends and family, the people we love dearly and who love us back and make our commitment to each other. It is the most holy and sacred moment I have ever experienced. In a bar, no less. “Danny, I promise to love you with my whole heart. You are my best time, my sweetest laughter, and my deepest, truest love. Together we will create our best lives.”
Danny takes my hand in his and kisses it. “Cal, I promise to hold your heart in love forever.” He winks at me. “You’re stuck with me for eternity, baby.”
“By the powers invested in me by the State of Georgia, I now pronounce you husband and wife,” says Laura happily through tears.
The owner of the restaurant escorts us to a private room where a feast is laid out for our party. Baked Brie, Lobster, Filet Mignon, Scalloped Potatoes, and Brussell Sprouts with bacon and toasted almonds.
“The chef is a friend of mine,” said Marci. “I gave her the menu of all your favorite things.”
A simple but beautiful two-tier wedding cake sits in the center of the table. It is piped with hundreds of tiny icing pearls, creating a delicate paisley design all over the cake.
My heart is happy. I am basking in the love of my husband, my tribe, and the Universe. Everything really does work out in the end. It is never too late to have the love we deserve.