Next thing I know, a matte black band is being slid over my finger and the man at my side says I get to kiss my bride, so I fucking kiss her.

I kiss her like no one is watching when, in fact, they are.

I kiss her like she’s mine, because she is, has been, and always will be. The piece of paper we’ll get after today makes no difference, she’d have been forever mine without it, but I want it all the same.

I want everything I never thought I’d have, and I want it the way we decide is right. Fuck everyone else and what they think, like, or believe.

This is about us, and yeah, we wanted to get married in the middle of our new club, at the stroke of fucking midnight as a way to rewrite the night our worlds officially crashed five years ago today.

On my baby’s birthday.

We have no cake, but we do have espresso flavored fudge our staff made for us and a couple vases of M&M’s courtesy of Beretta.

We aren’t having a five-course catered meal, but we did rent out the cafe down the street and made clear anyone who can make it to ten a.m. can join us, on us.

We sure as fuck won’t be sleeping tonight.

Jameson shakes her head, her lips parting with a low laugh.

Yeah, she knows what I’m thinking.

Together, we turn and face the others and the room erupts in loud cheers, slams of freshly downed shot glasses and a single popped bottle of champagne that can only have come from where Monti sits beside Cali.

Beretta jerks forward and steals my bride by wrapping his arms around her legs and tearing her from the stage, so I hop down, clapping hands and half hugging Arsen. Just as quickly, we trade places, and then we’re stepping in front of Sienna.

She smiles wide, shakily swiping at the tears in her eyes and Jameson leans in, hugs her while whispering something in her ear that has Sienna chuckling.

With a quick wink, Jameson slides away, Monti and Cali rushing her with over-the-top giggles and glitter bombs.

I turn back to my sister, bending down on one knee and gently place my hand over the one she has no feeling in and hold it tightly as I kiss her cheek. “We did it.”

She looks around the club, her eyes holding on the giant fluorescent blue and pink sign that reads. Sienna’s Spot.

It’s her design with our black light influence, her signature drink recipes and her passion project.

We’ve partnered with Lindo Lifts here in the East Bay, and with our cover charge comes a ride to and from the club. We have no parking lot, and the nearest garage is four miles down the road.