Free Amalfi Coast (That Wedding Girl Book 2) by Maggie Way Page A

out there. He is a lot closer than you think,” she whispers in my ear, and something tells me her words are not something I’m going to forget anytime soon.
    I pull away from the hug, giving her a wide smile. “Come on, let’s do this thing!”
    When I get back downstairs, I receive the best news of the day – the cake has arrived in one piece. Hallelujah! The four tier lemon and vanilla cake looks spectacular, the piped mousse cream shaped perfectly just the way Amelia wanted. If the cake can come in one piece, everything else will fall into place. I just know it.   
     
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    The day is finally over, thank goodness! The ceremony was just as Amelia wanted: simple, elegant and tasteful.
    My favourite part of weddings is seeing the look on the groom’s face when the bride walks down the aisle. And boy, did he look happy to see my gorgeous friend make her entrance. His nerves, his anticipation, and his excitement suddenly disappeared and the most serene calm look of love and adoration appeared on his face when he saw her. And I couldn’t be more proud and honoured to be here for her day.
    My second favourite part of weddings is the vows, the special words written from the heart and soul of the couple. I never get tired of seeing and hearing the raw emotion that pours out of them. What Amelia said may have been cute, funny and sweet but Kieran’s words blew me away. 
    I, Kieran, ask everyone here to witness, that I take you, Amelia, as my wife.
    However, I cannot promise to be the perfect husband.
    I cannot promise to always be happy.
    I cannot promise to never be angry.
    I cannot promise not to hurt your feelings sometimes.
    But, I can promise to share my thoughts with you.
    I can promise to laugh with you, and many times laugh at you.
    I can promise to be supportive of you.
    I can promise to be honest with you.
    And I do promise to love you. For the rest of our lives.
     
    Even Gabe, the most cynical person when it comes to love, looked a little choked up after his speech.  Who doesn’t want to find their soul mate and be with that one person for the rest of their lives? I know I do.
    The ceremony may have been sentimental and emotion but the reception was light-hearted, fun, and full of booze; just the way I like it. Decorated with white lace and white lilies, I couldn’t be more pleased at how it all turned out. The crypt was already beautiful, but the soiree was inviting and classy without being pretentious. Having done a full circle of the hall several times, it was clear all the guests were having a great time. The room bustled with excited chatter: the children were running between the tables in a good natured game of tag, the adults laughing at their tables. Everyone got drunk and merry on the multiple jugs of sangria, pimms, and basil margaritas.
    Then Mr. and Mrs. Urquhart entered, and applause spread across the room. The crypt echoed with the scraping of chairs as everyone got up for a standing ovation. The happy couple made their way to the head table, sitting in front of a bouquet of yellow daffodils. When they kissed, there was cheers and wolf whistles. Then Yvonne, Amelia’s sister and maid-of-honour rose from her chair. The sound of her teaspoon dinging on her wineglass signalled everyone to silence for the ensuing speeches. After the speeches came the tossing of the bouquet, and to Emily’s delight she caught the light bunch of pink and white peonies. She should hardly be surprised considering she elbowed all the other women out of the way. 
    All in all, today has been a success. Yes, as with all weddings there were a few hiccups – the delivery man almost dropped the cake and the chicken skewer canapés came out ten minutes late – but it all came together and Gabe and I managed to pull it all off. It doesn’t matter where the wedding is, we make a fantastic team and I’m excited for what’s around the corner. I could get used to planning destination weddings after