Standing tall and proud at the altar, Luke looked so handsome that her breath caught. He would be hers forever. He would support her in times of trouble, be a friend to her during their rounds of everyday life, and love her—at every opportunity. Her lips curved into a smile.
When her father passed her hand to Luke, a shiver of anticipation traveled through her. From this day forward they would always be together. There would be no question of if she’d end up in his arms—the only question would be how often. And that was exactly the way she wanted it.
Pamela cooed and a ripple of laughter ran through the congregation.
“She says, hurry up already!” Jake called out.
This time the laughter was louder.
“I’m ready,” Luke said, looking into her eyes. “How about you?”
“I’m ready, too.”