(THIRD BOOK in the Golden Girl Series)
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"Till death do you part?" The priest finishes off with.
"I do," I answer - knowing how ready I am to die with this man.
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You've been on Amber Marigold's journey since she arrived at Tygerwell. Now join...
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Xavier and I finish our dance and I'm out of breath. Already a new song starts playing and couples are filling the dancefloor. I look over and watch Nessa and Paul waltze pass me. The twins both grab guests to dance with and Daniel... Looks like Daniel while sitting alone and depressed.
I spot Owen at the table and can't help smiling. I'm so glad he walked me down the aisle.
"Xavy..." I start, but my husband raises his hand to stop me.
"No need to ask. Go dance with him," he says.
I grin at Xavier before giving him a peck on the cheek and walking over to Owen where he's in his wheelschair by the table. "Hey, Mister Fancy Coat," I say to get his attention.
Owen smiles up at me. "Hey, Goldy," he greets back.
"Want to dance?" I ask.
"But, I..."
"Oh, just take me hand," I say and pull Owen with me to the dancefloor. Once we've got a good spot, I turn back to Owen and take his other hand as well. We just sway on the spot as I hold both his hands and step in and out. At one point Owen gets fancy and makes the wheelchair rotate so I hold on to his extended hand while I skip around with him.
"You don't have to do this. This is probably embarrassing," Owen says.
"Trust me, you were worse at dancing before the wheelchair. Now you actually have a unique flare. And I don't have to worry about stepping on your toes," I joke.
Owen laughs and it brings warmth to my heart.
"Laugh as much as you choose, but you will not laugh me out of my opinion," I say smugly.
"Oh, so we're back to the Jane Austen quotes?" Owen chuckles - wiping a tear from his eye.
"Of course. I'll always be a fan," I smile.
Owen goes a little quiet. Only a small smile remains when he says: "I don't know any quotes anymore. I only got them from my mom and well..."
I lose my smile and the warmth in my heart goes cold. "Owen, I'm so..."
