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pair of Tom Ford black patent leather pumps with a tiny gold padlock dangling from the ankle strap. It was unexpected and slightly edgy.
    Once Sophie was in position at the altar, the music stopped. Dad placed his hand over the one I had wrapped around his arm and gave it a slight squeeze. Two deep breaths later and my chest vibrated when the sound of Bach’s Suite in D major hit my ears. The princess transformation was complete.
    I had decided awhile back that I didn’t want my wedding day to go by in one big blur. I wanted to live in the moment, take every aspect in, no matter how small. But with all the beauty and love surrounding me the only thing I saw was the dark-haired boy waiting for me at the end of the aisle looking incredibly handsome in his classic black tux. When Will’s gaze landed on me, his eyebrows rose as his mouth dropped open.
    And he hadn’t even seen the red heels yet.
    As we approached the altar I stole a quick glance at my mom. She was already sobbing into her handkerchief. Dad leaned down, placing a sweet kiss on my cheek before taking his place by Mom.
    Father Jacobs motioned for me and Will to step forward. I looked up into the dark brown eyes of my soon-to-be husband.
    “Your tits look amazing.” Will mouthed inconspicuously.
    You would think after eight years with a guy nothing could shock me. I was speechless that he’d made that comment in front of God and everybody.
    I just smiled back at him as the music faded and the ceremony began.
    “William and Bryson, have you come here freely and without reservation to give yourselves to each other in marriage? Will you love and honor each other as man and wife for the rest of your lives? Will you accept children lovingly from God and bring them up according to the law of Christ and his Church?”
    “I do,” Will and I said in unison.
    “Since it is your intention to enter into marriage, join your right hands, and declare your consent before God and his Church.”
    My shaky hand slid into Will’s steady one.
    Clearing his throat, Will began. “I, Will . . . I mean, William, take you, Bryson, to be my wife. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love you and honor you all the days of my life.”
    The love and sincerity in his voice was overwhelming, causing my eyes to fill with tears.
    I swallowed hard and tried to hold down the emotions that kept trying to bubble to the surface. “I, Bryson, take you, William, to be my husband. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love you and honor you all the days of my life.”
    “You have declared your consent before the Church. May the Lord in his goodness strengthen your consent and fill you both with his blessings. What God has joined, men must not divide,” Father Jacobs declared.
    The crowd responded with a resounding, “Amen.”
    “May I have the rings?”
    Sophie and Mr. Forsyth gave the priest the rings to bless.
    “May the Lord bless these rings, which you give to each other as the sign of your love and fidelity.”
    Looking into my eyes, Will slid the ring on my finger, and said, “Bryson, take this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity. In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.”
    I mimicked his movement and words. “William, take this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity. In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.”
    I could no longer hold back my tears and Will couldn’t hold back taking me in his arms and planting a kiss on my lips.
    “By the power vested in me, by the Holy Catholic Church, and the state of South Carolina, I now pronounce you husband and wife. And you obviously know the part about kissing the bride.”
    A hard constant tapping on the shoulder got my attention. I pulled away from Will’s lips to the sound of laughter and the recessional music. Will grabbed my hand and we walked side-by-side as the new Mr. and