A week later, we were in a small chapel in Las Vegas, where the boys had flown my entire family, and I was walking down an aisle. I had on a knee-length lacy dress, with a broad skirt, and flat heels that somehow looked demure but suitable to my rock star haircut. I had a small veil attached to a pillbox hat, and light makeup on. Colin stood at the front of the aisle, waiting on me with his brothers by his side.
My mom was the only one that knew the truth right now, but as the vows were spoken, I looked at each brother in turn before I repeated my own. We might not be able to marry legally, but I could marry them all in spirit. We were going to stay on at the hotel for the night, and in the morning, we were jetting off to Bali to have our honeymoon. Mom was coming with us, because we’d al
