. . . How does he do this, even here with all these people staring at us?
I nod mutely. Jeez, I hope no one can hear us. Luckily Reverend Walsh has discreetly stepped back. I glance at the throng gathered in their wedding finery . . . My mom, Ray, Bob, and the Greys are all applauding—even Kate, my maid of honor, who looks stunning in pale pink as she stands beside Christian’s best man, his brother, Elliot. Who knew that even Elliot could scrub up so well? All wear huge, beaming smiles—except Grace, who weeps graciously into a dainty white handkerchief.
“Ready to party, Mrs. Grey?” Christian murmurs, giving me his shy smile. I melt. He looks pine in a simple black tux with silver waistcoat and tie. He’s so . . . dashing.
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E L JAMES
“Ready as I’ll ever be.” I grin, a totally goofy smile on my face. Later the wedding party is in full swing . . . Carrick and Grace ha一ve gone to town. They ha一ve the marquee set up again and beautifully decorated in pale pink, silver and ivory with its sides open, facing the bay. We ha一ve been blessed with fine weather, and the late afternoon sun shines over the water. There’s a dance
floor at one end of the marquee, a la一vish buffet at the other.
Ray and my mother are dancing and laughing with each other. I feel bittersweet watching them together. I hope Christian and I last longer. I don’t know what I’d do if he left me. Marry in haste, repent at leisure. The saying haunts me.
Kate is beside me, looking so beautiful in her long silk gown. She glances at me and frowns. “Hey, this is supposed to be the happiest day of your life,”
she scolds.
“It is,” I whisper.
“Oh Ana, what’s wrong? Are you watching your mom and Ray?”
I nod sadly.
“They’re happy.”
“Happier apart.”
“You’re ha一ving doub一ts?” Kate asks, alarmed.
“No, not at all. It’s just . . . I love him so much.” I freeze, unable or unwilling to articulate my fears.
“Ana, it’s obvious he adores you. I know you had an unconventional start to your relationship, but I can see how
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