I can always take those memories with me.

When Reese and I first sat down to talk about where we wanted to get married, I never thought the Whitmore could be an option. I knew how expensive it was, at least from what Juls told me after planning Justin’s wedding here. And I’d never hit my parents up for that kind of money. To be honest, I could get married to Reese in his condo and it would be perfect. I don’t need a fancy venue to make tomorrow the best day of my life. So I threw out other options, such as the church Juls and Ian got married in and a small reception hall down the street from it. And while I did this, Reese just sat back with a smile on his face, letting me list off any and every idea I could come up with. When I asked what he had in mind, he told me he wanted to marry me where he first saw me, and that money wasn’t an issue; he wanted to pay for it. I almost argued, but seeing how much marrying me there would mean to him, silenced me. I couldn’t argue with that look; I never can. It’s this perfect blend of honesty and love. And it’s a look that I would do anything for, including letting him pay for everything.

I park my car next to Joey’s Civic and lock it up. Joey and Juls are waiting for me by the doors, and as I get closer to them, I see their reaction to my outfit.

It’s emotional.

Really emotional.

“He’s going to lose it,” Joey says after dabbing his eyes with a tissue.

“Seriously, sweets. I’m not sure Reese is going to agree to stay with the guys tonight at my place after seeing you in this.” Juls brushes my hair off my shoulder, letting out a few sniffles.

“Well, staying with us isn’t an option. My bed isn’t big enough for four.”

Joey holds the door open for us and Juls and I step inside. I glance over my shoulder at him. “Did you pick up the dresses and your suit? And the ring? You have his ring, right?”

He frowns. “Please. Like I’d drop the ball on something like that.” He looks past me and practically starts to glow. And I don’t need to follow his gaze to know who he’s looking at. Joey only reserves that look for one man. Even though he likes to complain that Billy doesn’t shower him with Reese-style gestures, there’s no mistaking the effect he has on my dear assistant.

I watch as Billy walks up to us, giving Juls and me a smile before grabbing Joey’s face. They share a kiss, one which causes my skin to flush. One which causes Juls to sigh. And one which seems different from the other kisses I’ve seen them share.

“I’m pretty sure people have had sex in this building. In fact, I know they have. In case you two need a minute,” Juls cracks, causing us both to laugh.

Yup. I’ve definitely had sex in this building.

Billy and Joey turn to us, breaking their kiss. “A minute? I’m not a fucking virgin,” Joey snaps.

Billy laughs, releasing Joey and walking to me. He leans in, dropping his voice. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”

“Sure,” I answer, looking over at Joey and Juls. “I’ll meet you in there. Tell Reese to give me a minute.”

Joey looks strangely between Billy and me. “Umm, okay.”

“It’s something Reese wanted me to tell Dylan,” Billy says.

Joey nods, wrapping his arm around Juls and ushering her toward the back room where the ceremony will be held.

I look up at Billy. “It doesn’t have anything to do with Reese, does it?”

He smiles. “No. I wanted to ask your permission to do something at the reception tomorrow. For Joey. It’s your day and I completely understand if you don’t want me to do it.” He reaches up and straightens his tie, looking over at the door Juls and Joey walked through moments ago. “This is the grandest gesture I can think of,” he says in a low, guarded voice.

I almost fall apart in tears but I manage to hold it in, saving my makeup in the process. When he looks back at me, I answer. “You never have to ask my permission to do anything that will make that man smile. Do you need my help?”

His shoulders seem to relax as he shakes his head. “No, I got it. Thanks, Dylan.” He grabs my hand and loops it through his arm. “Come on. I’m sure that man of yours is waiting.” I glance up at him and see his eyes trail down my dress. “Have I seen you in this before?”

“Mmm hmm.”

“At the wedding. Right? Your ex-boyfriend’s?”

“Mmm hmm.”

He opens the door and lets me walk ahead of him. “Oh, shit. Reese is going to lose it.” I chuckle at the very words Joey used minutes ago as we step inside The Great Hall.

Rows upon rows of chairs line both sides of the aisle, the end ones adorned with mini versions of the white gardenia bouquet I will be holding tomorrow. The lights are dimmed and all around the room, candles are lit, and giving off a warm glow. I let my eyes wander, taking in all my best friend’s hard work. It’s perfect. Every little detail. And then I give in to the temptation waiting for me in the group gathered up front.

Everyone is watching me, stopping all conversation when I stepped into the room with Billy. I’m just now registering that he has left my side when I see him standing by Joey. My parents and Reese’s mom and dad are together, along with Reese’s sister and her husband, who I met a few months ago at a family dinner. Juls is with Ian and they’re all over each other, as usual. But I don’t linger on them, or anyone else besides the man who is standing out amongst them. Dressed in a dark-gray suit, Reese seems to be the one unable to move as he takes in my outfit.

The very outfit I fell into his lap in.

I save him the trouble of coming to me and begin walking up the aisle, tucking my clutch under my arm. I’m ready to get through this as quickly as possible. I want this night to be over. I want it to be tomorrow already. But as I try and get past the cluster of people to get to who I really want to talk to, my mother grabs me.

“Sweetheart! You look stunning,” she says, kissing me on my cheek.

Shit. So close.

I’m passed around like a damn baby, getting showered in affection while my eyes strain to stay on Reese. I have to pull them away from him to talk to his sister and brother in-law, exchanging pleasantries and trying not to seem rushed about it. I don’t want to be rude, but Jesus Christ, I’ll see everyone tomorrow. Maggie and Phillip, Reese’s dad, steal me next, gushing over me in the sweetest way possible. And then by some miracle, the preacher decides to cut in just when I think I’m going to be stuck in this conversation forever.

“Miss Sparks, are you ready to begin?”

“Yes!” I yell excitingly, hearing everyone react to my enthusiasm. I get within a foot of Reese and take his hand, positioning myself directly in front of him while the preacher moves around us. “Hi,” I whisper.

He smiles. “Hi, yourself. Nice dress.”

I feign humility. “This old thing? I wasn’t sure if you’d like it or not.”

“Shall we begin?” the preacher asks.

Reese looks at him. “One second.” He pulls me in and presses his lips to my ear. “You’re driving me crazy. I’d prefer not to get hard in front of my parents.”

“Well, then you shouldn’t have invited me.”

He releases me with a smirk before nodding at the preacher. “All right. Let’s go.”