Laurel
We start walking from the ceremony and Ellis lifts me up to carry me. The guests start chuckling over their applause. I laugh at him as he walks away. “Umm this wasn’t in the script?” I lean back staring at his face.
“Tends to happen if you don’t have a rehearsal Mrs. Beaumont.” He grins mischievously.
“The stubborn groom said it was unnecessary. Are you admitting he’s wrong?”
“Never. You are the one who listened to him and are taking issue with the fact he’s desperate to hold you for a minute. It was in his script for tonight.” He walks to a small tent away from the reception area. “We are to wait here for Sheila.” He sets me down gently.
“Damn you look ethereal shortcake. The way you smiled walking to me…I will never get that image out of my mind.” His hands cup my face and
