Page 300 of One Winter Knight
“That was beautiful.” Grandpa came over and gave me a hug, the rest of my grandfathers with him.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it. I know it wasn’t traditional, but it was us,” I admitted.
“Your gran would’ve loved it,” he whispered, eyes teary.
Tadgh gave me a huge hug. He was tall and broad like my dad, but favored my grandpa in looks. “I still can’t believe you’re matedto BroKen. That was amazing.”
One of my other grandfathers nodded. “Your gran would’ve loved the fact that you are singing in public again.”
“That song about your ex was amazing,” Tadgh added.
“I worked really hard on it,” Dusty said.
“We’re excited to see you marry your Fiona next week, too. She is just so delightful.” His eyes flickered over her as she, Carlos, and Hale talked to my cousins.
“She is,” I agreed.
Grandpa cupped my face with his hand. “We love you and are proud of you. I see so much of your grandmother in you. I think that’s why your parents have always treated you that way. Your mother never liked her, and you know her and your father had a very rocky relationship.”
“Oh, I never thought about it that way.” Not that it excused anything.
My grandfathers left to go find more drinks and food, and my brother went back down to the VIP area to catch Vixen’s set.
Fiona gave me a huge hug. “You are amazing. It was so beautiful. You are beautiful.”
“That was so much fun.” Hale gave me a hug.
“Congratulations.” Carlos also gave me a hug. “You know what he means to me and I’m so glad he has you.”
“I’m glad that we have you, too. If we don’t join you, we'll meet you after the set for the dinner,” I added. Dusty and I were going to go on with Vixen.
It was rather late. But plenty of places would be open after, because quite a few party-goers would want a bite before heading to bed and doing it all again tomorrow. Dusty’s label had arranged for a private dinner as a celebration of our onstage wedding and for how well our song was doing. Carlos' friends that were here have been invited, as had my family, along with Vixen, Ava and her pack, and some others.
Dusty put his arm around me. I rested my head on his shoulder. I was still wearing the wedding dress.
We watched as Vixen welcomed everyone and started her set.
“There are so many incredible musicians here at this festival, including some that I count as good friends. I’m not sure if you were here for the previous set for BroKen, but I’d like to welcome him and his incredibly talented mate back onto the stage,” Vixen said.
Dusty squeezed my hand. “Are you ready?”
We went onstage and performed the version of our song that the three of us had sung on stage at Winter-Fest. As the song finished, the two of them went into one of their songs and I left the stage for the green room.
Kace handed me a bottle of water. “You are incredible. Your voice is made for places like this.”
“Music festivals?” My eyebrows rose as I took a sip.
“Beautiful outdoor spaces, filled with happy people as you sing under the starlight.”
“Your theater kid is showing.” I shook my head.
Kace laughed. “But of course.”
Dusty joined me and gave me a sweaty kiss. “Why, Mrs. Woodrow-O’Halloran, how are you on this fine evening?”
I pushed him back. “You’re sweaty.”
He still wore his hat and bow tie.
