“I wouldn’t mind Mrs. Ingram being frozen.”
“All right. That’s your mama now.”
“Oh god! Don’t remind me.”
I helped her drape a thick white shawl over her.
When we walked outside the villa, I spotted the sleigh and reindeers.
Alrighty.
The whole getup looked like Santa Clause had prepared it for his daughter to get married. White roses and lace covered the sleigh. Four reindeer were harnessed in front of it with white leather on their reins.
We climbed in. Instead of going straight to the SnowChapel, they took us through the snow-sprinkled woods. The ride was peaceful. I felt like I was inside a fairytale. The reindeer led us forward. On the right, a frozen lake sparkled.
I held her hand and squeezed. “It’s time to meet your prince.”
“It is.” She kept a serious expression.
“What’s wrong?”
“One day, we’ll be doing this for your wedding. . .I hope.”
“Why do you always think about me, Holly?”
She smiled. “Because I love you so much and want you to be just as happy as I am.”
I leaned back into the seat. “Well. . .I was going to wait to tell you this, but your brother has been demanding we do more than have holiday entanglements.”
She smirked. “And?”
“I said yes.”
“Oh my god!”
The rider glanced back.
I waved him away. “We’re fine. The bride is simply crazy.”
“Saint and you?”
“Yes.”
“In a relationship?”
“Yes.”
“This is going to be epic.”
“Or insane.”
“Amazing.”
I whispered, “I’m scared.”
She squeezed my hand. “You shouldn’t be. You two have been in love with each other since we were nine years old.”
“I wouldn’t say that. More like fourteen.”
“He had a crush on you from the first day your family and you moved next door.”
“Stop it.”
“Seriously.”
I shook my head. “Either way, back to your wedding.”
“Oh yes.” She smiled bigger now. “Everything worked out just how I prayed.”
“Oh, God.”
“Next year, we’ll be at your wedding.”
“Let’s just get one wedding done first before we plan mine.”
She pointed at me. “So, you’re saying that it is possible?”
I laughed and gestured to the front of us. “There’s the SnowChapel. It’s showtime.”
“Oh my God.”
“You’ll be fine.”
“I will?”
“Like I said, this will be the best decision of your life. And must I remind you again that you are already married?”
“But this will make us. . .married-married.”
“Indeed it will.”
The sleigh parked us right in front of the SnowChapel. I helped her out and we hurried forward.
The rest of the time was a magical affair. Due to the freezing temperature inside the chapel, the ceremony would only be thirty minutes. Therefore, the staff wasted no time. The flower girls and ring bearers trotted toward the altar. Everyone in the pews cheered for the cute little rascals. Next, the bridesmaids strolled down the aisle with their appointed usher. Then Saint and I headed down. I had my arm around his. And that moment felt different from rehearsal. He held me closer to him. My declaration of love rang in my head. And I knew that Holly had a point.
This could be us one day.
Horror seized my heart. I pushed the terror away, getting used to this new idea of a future that I’d never let myself consider before.
When we made it to the altar, Saint whispered, “I love you, and after this is done, I’m going to fuck you hard.”
Shocked, I remained where I was and watched him walk to his place.
“Ivory?” Emma gestured for me to come. “You’re over here. Remember.”
I cleared my throat and headed in that direction. His words triggered my pussy to moisten. With the chill in this chapel, I hoped my panties wouldn’t form into ice. When I got in place, I glanced his way.
A wicked expression covered his face.
I tried to reply to his comment with my eyes.
Fuck me hard? You better.
He winked at me as if hearing everything that I’d said.
Holly entered the chapel next. All of our attention went to her.
Her father guided her forward.
I checked Nikolas’s face. Tears left his eyes. That warmed my heart. All of the memories of spending time with them and watching their love blossom overtook me. And just like that, I was crying too.
I caught Saint watching me. I wiped them away and turned back to Holly.
She made it to the altar made of intricately carved ice. And the officiate went right into the ceremony. They exchanged short vows and sealed them with a long kiss.
All right. We’re done. Let’s get out of this cold-assed place.
The staff hurried the guests out of the chapel after that. Many wanted to congratulate the newlyweds, but they weren’t having it.
The wedding party remained for pictures. While the photographer positioned us, the planner handed us champagne in chilled glasses.
As soon as Holly attempted to sip hers, Nikolas grabbed it. “I’ll take that, Bruce Lee Holly.”
“It’s just champagne.” She turned to me. “Ivy, tell him.”
I shrugged. “We were almost arrested a few days ago. I get it.”
“I’m just saying.” Nikolas gave his and Holly’s glasses to Saint and me. “We’re going to pace ourselves. That’s all.”
“Fine.” Holly grinned. “It’s cold anyway.”
Holding two glasses between us, Saint and I cheered and sipped.
I giggled. “Unfortunately, now I’m going to be pretty messed up tonight.”
“Hmmm.” Saint took in my gown as if seeing me for the first time. “Do you like that dress?”
“I love it.”
“Too bad.”
“Why?”
“I won’t do my best to keep it intact.”
“Oh really?” I smirked. “It’s going to be that type of night?”
He leaned my way and whispered in my ear. “I’m so sexually frustrated with you. We could have been fucking this entire trip. In fact, this entire year.”
“Then, we have to make up for lost time.”
“Lots of it.”
“And you’ll need a new stylist too.”
He frowned. “Really, Ivy?”
“I’m just saying. You know I’m crazy.” I sipped the champagne.
“Well, at least you’re making plans for our future.”
“I’m. . .” I sighed. “I’m doing my best.”
“Let this come natural to you.”
I kept my voice low. “I’m nervous, though.”
“That’s fine.”
“What will we do?”
“The Santa Clause Village.”
I groaned. “I mean. What will we do after this trip?”
“I’ll head back to New York with you.”