Beverly's POV

Standing across from Bruce all my nervousness evaporated. This was right. This moment, this man, this was my choice.

The garden was perfect. White chairs filled with people who loved us. Purple flowers everywhere because Emma insisted. Soft music playing in the background.

Victor stepped forward with a grin plastered on his face. He looked between Bruce and me with amusement.

"We are gathered here for the second wait technically third time to join Bruce and Beverly in ...