I shook my head immediately. “No, it’s not that. I love Robert. He’s the man I’m going to spend the rest of my life with. And have children with. It’s just that one minute we were at our engagement party, and the next minute, I’m here. Standing at the edge of the altar, ready to be walked down by an—” I burst out laughing as I stared at the man in the tight, light blue, bell bottom bodysuit. “An Elvis impersonator.”

I glanced at the man, whose real name I didn’t know. He was staring down at me with a small smirk on his face. Somehow, I managed to sober up.

“My daddy liked Elvis,” I blurted out, reliving a memory of him dancing to an Elvis Presley song one night. We didn’t have any type of music player. My father sang the song out loud as he danced. Suddenly, a wave of sadness hit me.

“Your parents aren’t here.”

I looked up, blinking at the man next to me. “They’re gone,” I stated softly.

“I’m sorry to hear that, little lady.” He glanced down the aisle toward the front of the red and white chapel.

I followed his eyes and smiled as I saw Robert emerge from behind the side door and take his position. A bubble of laughter moved up my chest, expressing itself through my lips.

“I knew he wouldn’t wear that powder blue tux.” It’d been offered to him by the chapel, a powder blue and ruffled tux that’d been worn by God only knew how many other men. Instead, he wore the same tux he’d worn to our engagement part, but it looked as if it’d been freshened since we’d departed Williamsport.

I don’t know how he’d done it, but Robert had someone meet us as soon as we’d landed in Vegas, the night before, with a beautiful, shimmering white gown that I was wearing at that moment. I couldn’t have picked out a better wedding dress.

“You sure he’s the one?”

I glanced to my left at Elvis. “Never been more sure about anything in my entire life.”

He nodded. “That’s what I love to hear. Let’s get you hitched, beautiful.”

I wrapped my left arm around the bulky arm he held out to me, and a second later music began playing. Holding up the bouquet of fake flowers I’d been given at the registry desk of the chapel, I proceeded to fall in line with Elvis and the music as we made our way down the aisle.

“I’ve got it from here,” Robert told Elvis as soon as we made it to him. He took my hand in his, guiding us closer to the second Elvis impersonator, who would be reciting our vows.

“We are here today, to join this man and this woman …” the officiant began.

I didn’t hear much of what he said. The only thing I was aware of was the promise in Robert’s eyes as he stared at me, my hands in his.