Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty-Five
London
For one night, I wanted to forget about Teaghan and the surgery, and Damien made sure I’d done that.
We lay on our blanket. My body snuggled against his as his arm wrapped around me.
The relaxing sound of the waves crashing against the shore was very calming to my ears.
When I looked up, the stars illuminated the sky, casting their light down on where we lay.
“Marry me, London,” Damien spoke.
“What?” I lightly laughed.
“I’m serious. I want to marry you. I love you, and I know we haven’t known each other that long, but it doesn’t matter.
As I take in every breath, I know I was meant to meet, love, and care for you.
You are the love of my life, my star, and my existence.
We can get married tomorrow. After the surgery, we’ll have a big wedding and celebrate with our friends when we get back to New York. ”
I brought my hand up to his face. “Yes, Damien Prescott. I will marry you.”
“Yes?” He smiled.
“Yes.” I laughed.
He brushed his lips against mine and pulled me into him, hugging me so tight I could barely breathe.
“Where are we getting married?” I asked.
“I don’t know. I’ll figure that out. Don’t you worry about it one bit. I will take care of everything.”
I rolled over to find the empty space beside me when I awoke.
I climbed out of bed, put on my robe, went into the living area, and looked for Damien.
But instead, I found a handwritten note with my name on it, leaning up against a silver-covered tray.
Opening the envelope, I took out the cream-colored paper and unfolded it.
A smile crossed my lips as I read the words he wrote.
Enjoy your breakfast, baby. I had to run some errands. Here’s to our wedding day. I love you.
I poured a cup of coffee and removed the lid from the tray, revealing scrambled eggs, potatoes, a croissant, fresh fruit, and two pancakes with a smiley face on top.
As soon as I finished eating, there was a knock on the door.
When I opened it, a group of people stood in the hallway, one of them being the hotel manager, Roberto.
“Miss Everly, may we come in?” he asked.
“Yes. Of course.”
“We are here to provide you with everything you need for your wedding today. Laura has a selection of dresses for you to pick from. Andre will be doing your hair and makeup. Louise will be doing your nails, and Nico has a tray of wedding bands for you to choose from for your fiancé?. I will be back to pick you up when you are ready.”
“Pick me up?”
“Yes. I will be taking you to your wedding.”
I couldn’t believe Damien did all this and that this was actually happening. I grabbed my phone and sent him a text message.
“You are the most incredible man I have ever known. Are you coming back?”
“You are the most incredible woman I have ever known. I’m not coming back until after we’re married. It’s bad luck to see the bride on her wedding day. I love you, London, and I can’t wait to make you my wife.”
“I can’t wait to make you my husband. I love you too.”
I picked a beautiful V-neck sequined, laced, backless form-fitting dress with spaghetti straps.
It was light, airy, and elegant. It was the perfect dress for a California wedding.
Andre curled my hair and pulled the sides back into an elegant style, surrounding the hairband with small white flowers.
“You look simply gorgeous, Madame.” He smiled.
“Thank you.” I smiled back.
After picking out Damien’s wedding band, Roberto walked in and handed me a bouquet of white calla lilies.
“Your flowers, Miss Everly. Are you ready?”
“I am.”
For one day, I had forgotten about everything happening in my life.
I never thought I’d live to see my wedding day.
I cherished every second that passed and was about to become Mrs. Damien Prescott.
I hooked my arm around Roberto’s, and he led me outside to the back of the hotel, where I saw a large archway of flowers and Damien standing underneath it in a black suit.
“Your future husband awaits you.” Roberto smiled.
I took a deep breath and started walking down the white runner leading me to Damien. Once I reached him, he took hold of my hands as a smile crossed his lips.
“You have taken my breath away. You look stunning.”
“So do you, Damien. I love you so much.”
“I love you too, baby. Let’s do this.”
We stood before the minister as he performed our short ceremony.
When it was time to exchange rings, I gasped when Damien slipped the large princess-cut diamond on my finger with the matching band. After slipping the ring on his finger, and with tears in my eyes, we were now officially husband and wife.
“You may kiss your bride, Damien,” the minister spoke.
He leaned in and brushed his lips against mine as we shared our first kiss as husband and wife.
“Are you ready to go back to the room and celebrate?” he asked.
“Definitely.” I smiled.
He picked me up and carried me back into the hotel and up to our room as my arms stayed secured around his neck.
We made love, and it was more special than ever.
Roberto sent us a beautiful meal, which consisted of lobster and filet, along with a small round cake that was beautifully decorated with pink roses and the words “Congratulations, Mr. & Mrs. Prescott.”
“We better get dressed. We have to leave for the hospital soon.” He softly stroked my cheek.
“I know.” I placed my hand on his.