Page 104 of My Ex-Fiance's Best Men

“To marry the men of my dreams? You’re damn right, sister!”

Twenty minutes later,we practically stumble out of the car and into the wedding chapel, where over a hundred guests have gathered, along with a throng of reporters and internet influencers.

“I wanted a small wedding,” I mutter as Penny straightens her deep purple bridesmaid’s dress and takes charge of her bouquet, then hands me mine.

She had everything waiting for us, ready to be handled as soon as we got back from court. Frankly, I doubt I would’ve even had a wedding day without her unending support and planning. Dominic, August, and Theo have been my rocks throughout the whole trial and wedding planning process, but it was Penny who made sure all the details that mattered wouldn’t be overlooked.

Mr. Terrence approaches us, a warm smile on his face. “Ready to be given away, Miss Baldwin?”

“Excuse me?”

“Well, you weren’t planning on walking yourself down the aisle, were you?”

“I–I don’t really have anyone.”

“You have me. Your father may not be here to walk you down the aisle, but I am. I cannot, in good conscience, let you do this alone.”

“Thank you, Mr. Terrence,” I manage, fighting back tears as he offers me his arm, looking dapper in his silver-grey tux. “This means a lot to me.”

“It’s my honor, Miss Baldwin.”

“Please, call me Phoebe.”

“Only if you call me John.”

“Alright, John. Are we ready, then? I’ve got three hot grooms waiting for me in there,” I laugh.

Penny gives me a smile as she knocks on the doors, signaling the usher inside to open them for us.

“Hey, you started it with a bang. Might as well end it the same,” she says.

The doors swing wide open and the ceremony hall unfolds before us, with gold-brushed archways, flowers pouring down organza stems from the ceiling, and satin ribbons adorning the white-wooden pews. The guests all get up at the same time as the organist begins to play the wedding march.

I hold my breath as I see my future husbands waiting at the altar.

“My God, you’re perfect,” Dominic mouths as I smile at him.

I wink at him, admiring each of them with glowing love in my heart. They look so handsome in three different shades of gray tuxes with dark vests and crisp white shirts. Silver cufflinks sparkle on their wrists, their eyes shining and their lips stretched into three gorgeous smiles.

They’re wonderful.

And they’re mine, as soon as we say yes.

“Remind me again, you’re only marrying one of them, legally speaking, right?” John Terrence whispers.

Penny goes ahead, leading our small procession. Cameras flash. Some of the guests gasp while others take photos and videos with their phones. I imagine the internet buzzing as the recordings hit live, giving the whole world a glimpse of my purest, most heartfelt joy.

“Yes. We agreed it will be Dominic. But today, in this chapel, I’m marrying all three in the eyes of the Lord,” I tell John.

“Good. You deserve happiness in triplicate form, Phoebe.”

Apparently, the fates agree, as I head down the aisle and brace myself for the amazing future ahead. I take each step with pride and tears of happiness, taking deep breaths, as my fiancés smile and wait for me to join them at the altar.

34

PHOEBE

Two years can go by in a flash when you’re busy raising a very active little boy and saving your father’s business conglomerate. But as I sit in my office going over the last quarter’s financial statements, the morning sun bathing the entire room in golden light, I allow myself a broad and hopeful smile.