Wyatt started speaking. What was he saying? Couldn’t tell you. I wasn’t even listening. Emmett smiled down at me, running a thumb across the back of my left hand and distracting me.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered while Wyatt gave his speech.
My heart flip-flopped in my chest. The way he was looking at me, I felt beautiful. I felt like, to him, I was the only person on the planet right now.
He winked at me and squeezed my hand, and I couldn’t help but smile wider.
“Emmett, would you like to say your vows?” Wyatt asked and we snapped to attention.
“Right.” Emmett reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a piece of paper. “Avery.” He paused, looked up at me, and back at his paper. Mischief flashed in his eyes, and I narrowed my eyes.
“According to our records, your copy of Elizabet
