Kat:
I didn’t know who was more nervous—me or Blaze.
We both woke up before the sun, barely breathing, hearts pounding like the wedding march was already playing in our ears. It didn’t matter that we’d decided yesterday. It didn’t matter that I’d said yes with tears in my eyes and love in my chest. This wasn’t a normal wedding. It wasn’t white lace and slow planning. It was us—blunt force, fast-paced, messy, and real.
Blaze rolled out of bed first, pulling on jeans and a hoodie over bare skin.
“I’ll be back,” he mumbled, kissing my forehead. “Need rings. And flower magic for Phoenix. She’ll object if she doesn’t get her petals.”
I blinked at him. “You’re getting wedding bands and flower petals… before six a.m.?”
“Yeah. What’s more romantic than panic shopping at dawn?” he smirked.
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