Sara took a deep breath, tucking a red curl back in place, surveying herself nervously in the mirror. The white of her dress contrasted sharply with her vibrant red hair and the silver trim seemed to make her glow in the dim lighting of the church. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” She breathed to the empty room.
“Why not?” A voice asked behind her, making her jump. She turned around slowly to see Kevin, already dressed and standing behind her.
“You’re not supposed to be here!” She gasped, trying to push him out the room.
He stood firm. “Too late.” He smirked at her and she gave up. “But why can’t you believe it?” He persisted.
Tears sprang to her eyes as she watched him and thought of all they had done together. “Because yesterday you were lost at a café in Paris.” Her French accent gently sculpting her words.
Kevin grinned, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. “You mean, because yesterday, you were front row at one of our shows after meeting me while I was lost at a café in Paris.”
Sara giggled, standing on her tip-toes and kissing his jawbone lightly. “Something like that.”
“And then we went on tour with you.” Kevin reminded her. “One of the craziest tours ever.”
“Blame Joseph.” Sara teased.
Kevin pretended to ponder that for a moment. “Really? Because I seem to remember you and Joe pulling plenty of pranks.”
Sara faked a gasp. “Well, I can’t help it that we had nothing to do on tour!” She tossed her hair playfully, sending her veil sliding to one side. Kevin howled with laughter as she stepped out of his embrace, murmuring a curse word and fixing it carefully. “This was your fault you know.”
“My fault?” Kevin glared at her in the mirror, mock-hurt showing in his eyes.
“Oui.” She spoke the French word delicately. “You are in here distracting me, you see?”
“Funnily enough, I’m actually okay with that…” He laced their fingers together, spinning her to face him.
“You’re not supposed to be here though.” She smiled up at him.
“Right now, I don’t really care.” He whispered against her lips as he kissed her. She allowed herself to become lost in his embrace, wrapping an arm around his neck, her fingers twining in the soft hair at the base of his neck. A knock sounded on the other side of the closed door, pulling the couple out of their world.
“Come on, Kevin, I know you’re in there.” Joe sounded like he was trying not to laugh. “We’re supposed to be heading out now.”
Sara smiled at her boyfriend, placing her hands on his chest. “Go.” She whispered, before kissing him briefly. He ran his fingers through her hair, pulling out a tangled curl.
“I’m going.” He mimed running the door into Joe and Sara burst out laughing before he slipped out, being careful not to hit his brother.
A few minutes later, Nick appeared, looking amazing in his tux. The singer had grown into his role as the nation’s heartthrob, towering at just over six feet with well-toned muscles that made girls around the globe swoon. His mop of curls had relaxed slightly, straightening out and falling adorably over his deep, soulful eyes.
“Come on, Sa.” He pulled her to the big double doors and she slipped her arm through his, breathing deeply. “Everything will be fine.” He promised, picking up intuitively on her nervousness.
“You know me too well, Nicholas Jonas.” The words stopped as the doors opened and music began to play. They stepped together, taking the steps they had practiced just the night before. Sara glanced to the head of the aisle and felt her breath leave her. Kevin stood there, his dark hair standing out against the white of his shirt and blending perfectly with the dark material. His hazel eyes glowed with the green tie he wore accenting them perfectly.
“Breathe.” Nick whispered, hugging her as they reached the place where Kevin and Joe were waiting.
As French tradition required, Sara sank down in a curtsey before stepping up and taking Kevin’s hands, turning to face the minister. Their vows passed in a flash and before she knew it, Kevin was slipping a ring onto her finger. The shock of the cold metal pulled her back to Earth and she took Kevin’s ring from Frankie, slipping off his silver purity ring and fitting the gold band around his finger. He smiled at her, the sparkle she loved twinkling in his brown eyes and tears of happiness slid down her cheeks at the sight. He kissed her at the minister’s cue, wiping away a tear and she felt every worry she had melt away at his familiar touch.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” The minister called to the congregation. “It is my honor to present for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Paul Kevin Jonas the Second.”
Sara was instantly enveloped in a pile of hugs when they reached the reception. Giggling, she pushed them away, ensuring she had room to breathe. When she had emerged from the group, she was stunned to see a familiar blonde bouncing toward her, her blue eyes shining with the red dress she wore.
“Bri!” She shrieked, rushing forward to hug her best friend. “I thought you couldn’t come!”
“Yeah, well, surprise!” Bri’s French accent had faded after her years in the States, but it came out now, stronger than ever in her excitement.
Sara turned to Kevin who was standing beside her. “Did you do this?” She demanded. Grinning, Kevin simply pointed to Nick, who stood behind Bri. Sara happily hugged him, standing on her tip-toes to kiss his cheek. “You’re awesome.”
“Congrats, sis.” He joked, hugging Bri to him as she stepped back into her boyfriend’s arms.
Sara hugged them both again and waved as she and Kevin were surrounded by a crowd of well-wishers.
Way too soon(according to Kevin and Sara) it was time for toasts. Joe, as best man, went first. “I’ve known Kevin, well…forever, I guess.” Everyone laughed and Joe went on. “I know that Kevin will kill me for this later, but I’m sorry Kevin, it’s tradition.”
Kevin flushed. “Oh no…”
Joe continued, ignoring his older brother. “I could go all sentimental on you guys, but that’s what the other toasts are for. Anyone who knows me will agree that I have, sadly, deserved my nickname as Danger, but what you guys don’t know is that Kevin was responsible for most of those incidents. Now, I could go on and on about what Kevin has done to me, but then I’d be here all night. But a few occasions just need to be shared.” And with that, Joe started the toasts.
By the time he was done, everyone was in tears from laughing so hard. And then it was Bri’s turn. Stepping up to the microphone, she cleared her throat, tears glittering in her eyes.
“Hi guys.” She started awkwardly. “For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Sara’s best friend and have been since we were…two, I guess. In the last five years, since Sara met Kevin, she has undergone a change. One for the better, thank heavens. We owe so much to Kevin, for I don’t think I have ever seen Sara this happy.” Bri sighed. “Six years ago, Sara’s dad died and almost a year later Kevin arrived on the scene to pick up the pieces of her broken heart, a job he did perfectly. On the day that Kevin proposed, at 6 am, thank you Kevin, Sara called me, crying with happiness, saying that Kevin had asked her to marry him. That day, I knew that Sara had found her place.” By this time, Bri and Sara were both crying, and so were many other people in the audience. “And now that most people are crying, it’s time for an embarrassing story.”
“No!” Sara called playfully, wiping her tears away.
“Yes, Sa.” Bri smirked at her. “And I got this one from her mother, since none of my memories would fit the part. When Sara was three, we had broken into her mom’s make up and were dancing around the house in our diapers, singing a Spice Girls song. Thankfully, neither of us remember that. So, Kevin, be aware that you have married an amazing girl…who is also a Spice Girls fanatic.” Bri held up her champagne flute. “To Kevin and Sara.”
The room echoed the toast and sipped in unison.
Bri and Sara exchanged sad smiles and at the same time, yelled, “SPICE UP YOUR LIFE!” Laughing, Bri left the microphone and hugged her friend, wiping away her tears.
Several hours later, the party had died down and everyone but Kevin and Sara’s family, Bri, and a couple other close friends had left. Excusing themselves quietly, Kevin pulled Sara out of the tent. Sitting down, he patted the ground beside him and she curled up next to him.
Kissing her forehead he looked at her. “Was it everything you had hoped?”
“And more.” She whispered, looking up at the stars.
“Good.” He wrapped an arm around her and she leaned her head on his shoulder. They sat in silence for a minute, before Sara began to hum. Kevin vaguely recognized it as one of her favorite songs. “Whatcha singing?” He asked her quietly.
Instead of answering him, she sang the first line quietly, her French accent changing the words slightly. “But I’ll be there forever, you will see that it’s better, all hopes and our dreams will come true, I will not disappoint you, I will be right there for you, til the end, the end of time.”
He laughed. “How did I not recognize that?”
“Have you become immune to it?” She asked. “Too much playing?”
“No such thing.” He chided.
“I agree.” She whispered, leaning back to watch the dark sky above them. “Look a shooting star!” She cried, pointing a finger up to the streak of light. She quickly closed her eyes, obviously wishing. When she was done, she looked up to see Kevin smiling down at her. “You didn’t wish?”
“Nope.” He pulled her to her feet, wrapping her in his arms, holding her protectively. “I have everything I want, right here.”
“You’re so corny.” She whispered. “And I love it.”
“Good.” He kissed her again, as a shooting star, unbeknownst to both of them, passed overhead. 