Miriam floated down the aisle, a vision of elegance, and not a sign to indicate there was any reason to question the sanctity of her white dress. Lyle stood beside his brothers, with a gleam in his eye. He was either a very good actor or was truly excited to have Miriam for his wife.
Nick hoped it was the latter.
He glanced across at where Adele stood beside her older sisters. Ruth, the maid of honor, had walked alone ahead of Miriam. Liam had escorted Rachel, Sam had escorted Leanne, and Nick had the good fortune to escort his former sweetheart and the woman he wished could become his bride.
As if sensing his gaze, Adele lifted her eyes, and a tiny smile pulled at her mouth before she forced it away and looked back to her sister.
Warmth spread in Nick’s heart, together with hope. He would be patient. There was no one else but her, and she had admitted there was no one else but him.
Lyle and Miriam committed their life to one another and seemed genuinely happy to have been forced into this union. They exchanged rings, and vows, and a kiss that made the old ladies in the room blush crimson.
Nick had to look away and chuckled to meet Adele’s gaze across the aisle again. He raised his eyebrows at her provocatively and smirked.
Adele’s jaw dropped, and she looked away but not before she bit her lower lip to force away a smile.
After a million photographs, the wedding party was led into a grand reception hall where they were welcomed with applause as the DJ introduced Mr. and Mrs. Lyle and Miriam Cohen.
They were expected to interact with the guests as they made their way across the large room full of tables before reaching the wedding party’s table where they would be seated and treated to a dinner befitting a king, or a billionaire in this case.
Liam managed to find champagne, within seconds of walking into the hall, but dinner wasn’t for another forty-five minutes. By the time they reached their table, he was stumbling and hanging on his date. Rachel didn’t seem to mind and had already drank a few too many as well.
“They need food,” Nick said to Adele. “Now.”
“Follow me.” Adele didn’t wait for Nick to answer, just held his hand as she led him over to a man in a suit who seemed in charge. She didn’t bother with pleasantries. “Get the bridal party plates of food immediately.”
“Yes, ma’am.” The man turned and stepped through a door. By the time Nick and Adele had corralled their brothers and sisters into the waiting chairs, servers were delivering elegant platters to their table.
Thankfully, Liam dug in with gusto, and Nick breathed a sigh of relief. The last thing he needed was for Liam to make a fool of himself at their brother’s wedding.