But no more pranks at weddings, okay?”
“Okay,” Mia said sweetly, though the mischievous twinkle in her eyes made me wonder just how long that promise would last.
I turned to Dani, who was leaning casually against the wall, clearly enjoying the chaos she’d helped create. “Dani, you’re lucky this turned out to be funny. I’d almost started crying.”
“I know, I know,” Dani said, holding up her hands in mock surrender.
“Mia’s been planning this for weeks. She kept saying, ‘Daddy’s going to be so surprised!’ and I couldn’t resist. Besides, Mrs.
Fluff deserved to make a comeback.”
That’s when the officiant cleared his throat.
“Shall we continue, now that the matter of the ‘first wife’ has been resolved?” he asked.
Jonathan placed Mia gently back in her seat and turned to me.
“You okay?” he asked softly.
I smiled, squeezing his hand. “Ask me again after the vows.”
The ceremony resumed, and though the day hadn’t gone exactly as planned, it was unforgettable. As we exchanged rings, I glanced at Mia, who gave me a cheeky thumbs-up from her seat.
As Jonathan and I danced later that evening, I leaned in close and whispered, “You know, this might not have been the wedding I imagined, but I think it was even better.”
He grinned, spinning me gently.
“What can I say? Life with Mia is always going to be a little unpredictable.”
“And a lot of fun,” I added, as I caught sight of Mia dancing with Dani in the middle of the floor, still clutching Mrs. Fluff.
