Nick's POV
I stood under the arch, trying to look calm, composed, dignified, like a groom who absolutely had his shit together.
Truth was, my heart was beating so loud I was pretty sure half the guests could hear it.
I glanced at the sea and saw that the sunset light washed everything in gold, the breeze carried the scent of sea salt and flowers, and the musicians were already playing the soft instrumental version of a song Georgia loved. It should've relaxed me.
It didn't.
"Here," Oliver muttered from behind me, tapping my arm.
I turned, only to find him dangling a white handkerchief dangerously close to my face.
"For you," he said, suppressing a grin. "You're gonna need this when you bawl like a baby the moment you see her."
I glared at him and pushed it away. "I'm not going to cry."
"I doubt that," Oliver snorted. "I should've made a bet with everyone before standing here. I am sure I will win, Captain."
Liam stepped forward, his phone already up and recording.
