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“She sure did, kiddo. It’s beautiful in here.”

“There she is! Come on, Dad.” Lucy grabbed my hand and pulled me behind her. “You look beautiful, Hannah.” Lucy hugged her.

“Thank you, Lucy. My gosh, you look so grown up. I love your dress.”

“Thanks. Mara took me shopping. Isabelle and her parents are here. Can I go see her?”

“Go on.” I smiled, tucking my hands into my pants pockets. “Lucy is right. You look beautiful.”

“Thanks. I need to go find Adalyn.”

“There she is.” A man walked over and kissed Hannah’s cheek. “I was shocked when I heard you moved here to open a flower shop.”

“I bet not as shocked as Adalyn was when she found out you went and?—”

Adalyn rushed over and grabbed hold of Hannah’s arm. “I need your help now. Hello, Darren.”

“Adalyn, you look just as beautiful as you did on our wedding day.” He kissed her cheek.

I remembered Hannah telling me all about him.

“Thank you, Darren. If you’ll excuse us.”

“Of course. Go on.” He smiled. “I’m Darren.” He extended his hand.

“Alex Harbor.” I shook his hand.

Everyone took their seats, for it was time for dinner.

“I can’t wait to get married,” Lucy said.

“You have a long time before that happens.” I smiled.

“Not really. I could meet the man of my dreams and get married when I turn eighteen.”

I leaned over and whispered in her ear. “Over my dead body.”

After the bridal dance, a slow song played. Walking over to where Hannah stood, talking to Katherine, I grabbed her hand and led her to the dance floor.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“It’s just a dance, Hannah. Relax.” My grip around her was tight. “I want to compliment you on your beautiful job with the flowers.”

“Thank you. Since you have me in this grip lock, I might as well tell you I’m moving out of the guesthouse.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes. I’ll be fully moved out when Colin and Adalyn return from their honeymoon.”

“Whatever, Hannah.” I let go of her and walked out of the tent.

“No, Alex. Don’t you ‘whatever’ me!” She chased after me. “You don’t get to do that!”

“I’m sorry I hurt you!” I turned around and faced her. “It doesn’t mean you have to move out.”

“Yes, it does! And you know why? Because I fell in love with you and can’t live there, seeing you every day, knowing you don’t feel the same.” Tears filled her eyes.

“Hannah.” I reached for her hand, and she took a step back.