Page 79 of Sainte
Chapter 29
The Wedding
Honey
The last four weeks have been a complete whirlwind. Between getting the club up and running to planning Emma and Ice’s wedding, I haven’t had a chance to breathe, let alone think about getting high. The good news is I am so perfectly content with my life that I never want to go back there again. I always believed Ice was my hero and Hawk was my rock. I love both of them in so many ways, but there is only one man I can call my hero, my rock, my love: Sainte. He has been everything for me, and he is the reason I am here now, freaking out about a wedding I put together, hoping all goes well, and running the hottest club in Pennsylvania. Life is good.
Brianne comes running up to me, and trying to catch her breath, she says, “Honey, Emma just arrived.”
I look at my watch. “Right on time.” I look down at my clipboard. “Take her to my room. Don’t forget the blindfold. I don’t want her to see any of this until she walks down that aisle.” I pause. “Oh, and make sure Ice doesn’t see her. It’s—”
“Bad luck, I know.”
I laugh.
“I got this.” She heads for the door.
I turn and walk into the kitchen. As much as I wanted to do the cooking for the wedding, I couldn’t organize and cook. I’m good, but Wonder Woman I’m not. So I hired a caterer. Ice told me he didn’t want to spare any expense for Emma’s special day. I giggle when I remember I had to remind him it was his special day too.
“How are we doing, ladies?” I ask.
The chief chef—I can’t remember her name for the life of me—says, “We’re all good in here. No worries.”
“Good to know.” I walk back out to the common area of the clubhouse and stare. We have totally transformed this place, and I am amazed at how beautiful it looks. All the couches and furniture have been taken out to the storage shed. A white sheet lines the stairs that come down each side, and it meets in the center of the room and joins each other down the aisle.
At the end of the aisle, there is a wooden arch covered in sterling roses and lilies. When Emma said she wanted purple roses, I thought she was nuts. First of all, I had never seen purple roses, but then she educated me on sterling roses, and I have to say, they are beautiful. The purple against the white is stunning.
Chairs are set up on each side of the alter. We only had room for 160 chairs, so we really had to narrow the guest list. So many Chapters had to be left out, but Ice made calls to them all, stating we were limited on room but would throw a huge after-wedding party once the kids got home.
The best part of the decorations are the lights. There are strings of lights hanging from the ceiling tiles, which give the impression of a forest of lights. I sigh. It really is beautiful.
I feel a presence behind me and warm breath on my neck. “Hey, beautiful,” he says as he places light kisses on my neck. I lean back into him.
“Hey,” I say breathlessly.
He wraps his arms around me. “Everything looks fantastic, babe.”
I look up at him. “You really think so? Do you think Ice and Emma will like it?”
“They will love it.” He gives me a squeeze and then releases me.
“So what’s next on my list?”
I look at my clipboard. “Ice.”
“You got it,” he says and turns to head up the back stairs toward Ice’s room.
I call after him. “Don’t step on the white carpet.” I giggle as I watch him try to avoid the white sheet that has been placed on the steps.
I text Spike, Ryder, Doc, and Dbag.
Guests will be arriving soon.
Each one responds.
On my way
Be there in five
