We stare at one another, for the first time finally allowing ourselves to truly look at each other. Taking in the magnitude of what we’re both wearing and what we’re about to finally do. Deacon is dressed in a navy blue suit, with black lapels and a black bow tie. I thought there was nothing better than my fiancé, the mechanic, coming home covered in oil and grease, with a white t-shirt stretched over his beautifully defined chest, but this might just be the winner. Because this is all for me.
