“She has. Scarlett loves her so much, and Belinda loves to spoil her.”

Jerry couldn’t have found a better woman to spend the rest of his life with.

After Katie’s makeup is done, she stands, then spins so we can see the entire dress.

“Wow,” I say just as Katie’s mom bursts into tears. “You’re stunning.”

“My baby is growing up,” Mrs. Walker says.

Katie snorts. “Aw, Mama. I’ve got three babies. I think I’m already grown.”

“I know, I know. This just makes it more real.”

Luke starts fussing, and Gemma quickly takes him. “I’ve got it,” she says.

“Thank you. The last thing I need is to be puked on.”

I chuckle. “Everyone here would understand if you had spit-up on your shoulder.”

“Exactly why I kept the guest list very small.” Katie winks, and I know how serious she was about inviting only close friends and family. She wanted it to be an intimate moment between her and Noah instead of having a big show for the whole damn town.

After the boys are fed, Katie’s mom and aunt make their way out, leaving only Gemma and me with the bride. Katie opens her arms and pulls us into a hug, and that’s when I see the tears begin to fall. I pull away and grab a tissue so her mascara doesn’t run.

“I love you both so much. Thank you for being the best friends I could ever ask for and sharing today with me,” she says.

“You and Noah were always meant to be together,” I say. “You were the right one, wrong time kinda country song, and it was destined you’d find your way back to each other.”

“I know a thing or two about that, too.” Gemma grins. “But yes, I agree!”

Katie sucks in a deep breath as she glances at the clock on the wall. “Guess it’s time to go out there, isn’t it?”

I nod. “Yes it is, soon-to-be Mrs. Noah Reid.”

We head out into the hallway, and as soon as I see Archer, I hook my arm through his. When Noah asked him to be a groomsman a few months ago, Katie took the opportunity to pair us together.

As soon as the music starts, I turn and wink at Katie. “Good luck.”

Archer looks at me as I suck in a deep breath. “Ready to go, beautiful?”

“Yep,” I say.

About sixty people are in attendance, but only one person here has my full attention. My breath grows ragged as I imagine what it’d feel like to be marrying Archer one day.

As if he has the same thought, he meets my eyes. His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows. “I love you,” he whispers. I say it back, and we part ways at the front of the chapel. My gaze stays planted on him until the “Wedding March” begins.