Sam took the hand Nick extended to her. They were nearly to the door when Sam stopped him. “Wait! I forgot to toss my bouquet.”

Nick moaned. “We were almost to a clean getaway!”

“One more minute.”

“Hurry!”

Sam signaled for Shelby, who had the whole thing organized in under a minute. “One, two, three!” Sam tossed the bouquet over her shoulder and turned just in time to see it land with Freddie’s girlfriend Elin. Like a deer caught in headlights, Elin tossed it up in the air, and Gonzo’s fiancée Christina Billings caught it the second time.

She let out a delighted squeal and threw herself into Gonzo’s arms.

Sam blew a kiss to her sisters and friends and took her husband’s outstretched hand. With a last look back at the beautiful room, Sam left with him to begin their new life together.

“I have to confess that you were right about something,” Sam said when they arrived in their suite and found their honeymoon luggage neatly placed in the corner. Someone had lit candles, left champagne chilling in an ice bucket and placed more orchids around the sitting room. The suite was cozy and elegant, but she didn’t give it much attention after waiting all day to be alone with her husband.

“I love how you say that, as if me being right about something is a special occasion. I expect it to be a regular—maybe even daily—occurrence in our marriage.”

Sam rolled her eyes at him. “Whatever you say, dear.”

Nick tugged off his bowtie and released the top button of his shirt. “So what was I right about this time?”

“Shelby. She was worth every single one of the many thousands of dollars you paid her. She’s a freaking miracle worker.”

“No kidding. Was there anything she didn’t think of?”

“Not that I saw.”

Sam turned to him and put her arms around him. “I could use some help getting out of this getup. Are you game?”

“I suppose I could be convinced to lend a hand.”

Sam smiled at him and tilted her head. “You can start at the top and work your way down.”

Nick slid the orchid from her hair and brought it to his nose. “That scent will always remind me of the best day of my life.” He trailed the delicate bloom down her cheek. “I know you would’ve preferred something less elaborate—”

“You were right about the wedding too.”

“This me-being-right thing is becoming a bit of a pattern.”

“Don’t get used to it. I’m sure we’ll be back to normal in no time.” She reached up to caress his face. “The wedding was beautiful and everything I hoped it would be for you and so much more that I didn’t even know I wanted.”