don't you think?"
She glanced up into Dylan's eyes and smiled back at him.
"I couldn't agree with you more."
––––––––––––––––––––––
Dylan let out a frustrated sigh.
He yanked the knot out of his tie that, once again, had ended up looking a mess as he stood in front of the mirror.
"Come in," he shouted, when he heard the gentle knocking at the door.
Julie stuck her head in the room and smiled and it was like a balm to his soul.
"You're here," he said in a relieved tone.
"I don't want to get in the way," she said. "I just wanted to say hi before the ceremony starte d– "
He grabbed her hand, pulled her inside and wrapped his arms around her after slamming the door shut.
"Dylan, what's wrong?" she asked, pulling away.
"This stupid tie," he said, holding the fabric up. "I can't get it right."
Julie held her hand out. "Give it to me."
He handed it over and watched as she effortlessly tied his tie for him. He turned and looked in the mirror and saw that it was perfect.
"Now," she said, looking at him through the mirror. "You want to tell me what's really bothering you?"
He closed his eyes and hung his head. "I shouldn't be the one doing this today."
"Giving your sister away." She rubbed his shoulders that were filled with tension. "You miss him."
"I hate that he's not here to see this, to be a part of this."
"Dylan...he is here. You and your mother have made sure that he is not forgotten on this day."
"What if I screw up?"
"Walking her down the aisle? How could you possibly screw that up? You're just putting one foot in front of the other," she said with a smile.
"What if I trip over my own feet? Or step on the train of her dress? O r– "
"Didn't you practice last night at the rehearsal?"
"Yes."
"And did you have any problems then?"
"No, bu t– "
"Dylan, you will be fine. It will all be fine. This is your sister's wedding day, you aren't going to let anything ruin her day. Not even you."
Dylan pulled Julie into his arms again for another hug. "I love...that you're here."
He wanted to say it. But he wasn't sure how she'd react, so at the last minute, he'd changed his words.
"I'm glad to be here too." She took a step out of his arms and headed for the door. "I'll see you after the wedding."
Soon after she left, there was another knock on the door. This time it was the wedding planner.
"It's time."
He went to the bridal suite and the door opened and the bridesmaid's filed out in line. He stepped in the room and was taken aback by how beautiful his sister looked. She was standing, gazing out a window in her wedding dress, veil covering her face and she was holding her bouquet.
"Di," he whispered. "You look amazing."
She turned to him and smiled and for the first time ever, she seemed to be at a loss for words.
He walked over to her and held his arm out. She hooked her arm around his and he began to lead her out of the room, but she seemed frozen. He looked over at her and for the first time, sensed the nervousness radiating over her body.
"Di?"
"I'm getting married today."
"Yes, you are."
"James must be a fool to marry someone like me."
"You mean loud, opinionated, bossy and always right in your mind?"
She looked up at him, with a pinched look on her face.
"You are all of those things. I've known it since birth and still love you. James has known it...probably since the day he met you, and he still loves you. But here's what else we know. You're loving, caring and you give with all of your heart and soul. Those are the qualities he fell in love with. So much so in fact, that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you."
They heard The Wedding March begin to play and he squeezed her hand.
"Everything is going to be fine," he assured her. "Now let's go."
She smiled again, nodded and they began the walk down the aisle.
Chapter 16
Dylan stood as several people around him began clinking their knives against their glasses to get the attention of the crowd in the reception
She glanced up into Dylan's eyes and smiled back at him.
"I couldn't agree with you more."
––––––––––––––––––––––
Dylan let out a frustrated sigh.
He yanked the knot out of his tie that, once again, had ended up looking a mess as he stood in front of the mirror.
"Come in," he shouted, when he heard the gentle knocking at the door.
Julie stuck her head in the room and smiled and it was like a balm to his soul.
"You're here," he said in a relieved tone.
"I don't want to get in the way," she said. "I just wanted to say hi before the ceremony starte d– "
He grabbed her hand, pulled her inside and wrapped his arms around her after slamming the door shut.
"Dylan, what's wrong?" she asked, pulling away.
"This stupid tie," he said, holding the fabric up. "I can't get it right."
Julie held her hand out. "Give it to me."
He handed it over and watched as she effortlessly tied his tie for him. He turned and looked in the mirror and saw that it was perfect.
"Now," she said, looking at him through the mirror. "You want to tell me what's really bothering you?"
He closed his eyes and hung his head. "I shouldn't be the one doing this today."
"Giving your sister away." She rubbed his shoulders that were filled with tension. "You miss him."
"I hate that he's not here to see this, to be a part of this."
"Dylan...he is here. You and your mother have made sure that he is not forgotten on this day."
"What if I screw up?"
"Walking her down the aisle? How could you possibly screw that up? You're just putting one foot in front of the other," she said with a smile.
"What if I trip over my own feet? Or step on the train of her dress? O r– "
"Didn't you practice last night at the rehearsal?"
"Yes."
"And did you have any problems then?"
"No, bu t– "
"Dylan, you will be fine. It will all be fine. This is your sister's wedding day, you aren't going to let anything ruin her day. Not even you."
Dylan pulled Julie into his arms again for another hug. "I love...that you're here."
He wanted to say it. But he wasn't sure how she'd react, so at the last minute, he'd changed his words.
"I'm glad to be here too." She took a step out of his arms and headed for the door. "I'll see you after the wedding."
Soon after she left, there was another knock on the door. This time it was the wedding planner.
"It's time."
He went to the bridal suite and the door opened and the bridesmaid's filed out in line. He stepped in the room and was taken aback by how beautiful his sister looked. She was standing, gazing out a window in her wedding dress, veil covering her face and she was holding her bouquet.
"Di," he whispered. "You look amazing."
She turned to him and smiled and for the first time ever, she seemed to be at a loss for words.
He walked over to her and held his arm out. She hooked her arm around his and he began to lead her out of the room, but she seemed frozen. He looked over at her and for the first time, sensed the nervousness radiating over her body.
"Di?"
"I'm getting married today."
"Yes, you are."
"James must be a fool to marry someone like me."
"You mean loud, opinionated, bossy and always right in your mind?"
She looked up at him, with a pinched look on her face.
"You are all of those things. I've known it since birth and still love you. James has known it...probably since the day he met you, and he still loves you. But here's what else we know. You're loving, caring and you give with all of your heart and soul. Those are the qualities he fell in love with. So much so in fact, that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you."
They heard The Wedding March begin to play and he squeezed her hand.
"Everything is going to be fine," he assured her. "Now let's go."
She smiled again, nodded and they began the walk down the aisle.
Chapter 16
Dylan stood as several people around him began clinking their knives against their glasses to get the attention of the crowd in the reception
Similar Books
