A few months later:
The blue skies reflected our happiness. Britin Manor couldn't have looked more beautiful if we'd tried.
"I meant what I said, you know," Brian said, grinning. "You really are beautiful."
That Brian Kinney—always the flatterer. "I couldn't look as beautiful as all that," I said, blushing.
"Now that you're about to be in my arms forever, you'll always be beautiful to me, Justin," he said, as tears of joy flowed. "Why couldn't I have seen it five—six years ago?"
I honestly couldn't answer—with words. But the answer I gave—a soft, romantic kiss—he accepted readily.
We smiled as we saw people arriving. Of course, we knew who our attendants were—Michael and Daphne couldn't have been more flattered by the offer.
Scanning the crowd, we searched for one person in particular. Finally, we saw him—the one person we knew would make our day complete.
After being pronounced Brian and Justin Kinney, we made our way to the receiving line. As we greeted everyone, we saw him—inching slowly forward.
He got to me first. "Congratulations," he said, giving me a big hug. "I hope you are very happy together."
"Thanks," I replied.
I was surprised when he leaned in and whispered in my ear:
"You can borrow my phone anytime."