Blue. Elliston Vineyards, California. 2018.

For all the colors and hues that have shaded her world in the last 35 years, nothing could ever outshine the brilliant blue light that lives in his eyes. It's that reassurance, that belief in him, in them, the conviction that he's the only one for her - that's what kept Lucy's feet moving down the stone walkway.

She was deathly afraid of tripping on the white aisle runner. The swag of organza on the right side of the gazebo was a little crooked. The horizon was becoming increasingly overcast despite the five different weather reports that had predicted nothing but clear skies. She was regretting her choice to let Amy go down the pathway without her. Who said your maid of honor couldn't also walk you down the aisle? What had she been thinking? Did it really prove anything to do this part on her own? That had been a stupid idea. Publicly holding onto her last name for professional purposes - while privately proclaiming herself a Logan in every realm that didn't include getting published - was enough of a statement. No one would have questioned her feminist qualifications if she'd chosen to be escorted by someone, anyone at all, to avoid doing this alone...

But all of it - the threat of her inner klutz appearing at this very moment, her badgering perfectionism, the shrinking feeling of being thrust into the limelight as all eyes turned to watch her - evaporated in the instant that his true blue eyes locked on hers. She could breathe again. She had a mission, and she'd be damned if she took a second longer than necessary to get to him. She could definitely march herself down the aisle when the love of her life was standing under that gazebo, so crisp and striking in his dress blues, waiting there just for her.

Wyatt took an unchoreographed step toward her before she could even reach him, which evoked a round of chuckles and awwws from their small gathering of family and friends. His hand locked around hers and there were already tears welling in his vivid gaze when he met her partway.

"Ready to get married, ma'am?"

She smiled so hard it nearly hurt. "More ready than you know."

He leaned in like he was going to kiss her way ahead of schedule, then stopped short and laughed at himself quietly before leading her the rest of the way to the altar.

To think that she'd almost walked away from all of this before she'd even really known him seemed impossible now. She'd almost never stepped aboard the Lifeboat, almost never set her sights on the Hindenburg, almost never came back to Mason Industries a few months later after she'd learned the truth about her mother's loyalties. And even then, with Wyatt's indefinite suggestion of possibilities, she'd almost convinced herself that he'd never be ready to move past the boundary of friendship. Almost.

When she allowed herself to look back on the worst days, the ones where she'd been more lost than ever before, she knew how easily it all could have gone wrong. But instead of giving in and giving up, they had chosen hope. They had chosen perseverance. Eventually, they chose each other, and today was the culmination of every step and misstep that they'd taken along the way.

The ceremony went on seamlessly, but Lucy could barely concentrate on a single note of the music that she'd painstakingly chosen, could barely process a solitary word that was spoken over them. She wanted nothing more than to toss the flowers aside, dismiss the crowd, and just fling herself at Wyatt and never let go.

And as soon as they traded those final "I do's," that was exactly what she did. Whether he actually anticipated her eagerness this time or had just developed an instinctive ability to brace himself for impact, she wasn't sure. Either way, Wyatt was ready when she launched herself at him before the minister had even finished his line about kissing the bride. His arms were around her, holding her fast regardless of her delirious momentum, and the kiss that followed would go down in the history books as a moment she'd never, ever forget.

When they finally parted - breathless and enraptured - it was to a clamor of cheering and applause, along with a long whistle from Rufus who stood off to the side, practically leaping with excitement in his groomsman's tux.

Lucy had thought she'd known happiness before this, had experienced more love and joy in the last several months than any one person had any right to possess, but looking at Wyatt now and seeing her husband - her partner for all the years ahead of them - sent a giddy thrill straight to her heart that surpassed everything that had come before it. If life was anything like a kaleidoscope, this turn of the wheel was bigger and brighter than anything she could have ever planned for, and the lesson was clear. She'd taken a risk, adjusted the lens, let some light in, and all the broken bits had transformed into the most dazzling of pictures.

On her ring finger, next to the very recently added wedding band, there was something old - a stunning diamond ring that Wyatt had picked out on his own and hand delivered from 1940s Paris.

Her wedding dress was something new, the exact type of lacy ethereal gown she'd dreamed of since she was young.

As for something borrowed, she had a sparkly hair pin of Amy's tucking her veil into place low on the back of her head.

And something blue? That was Wyatt's adoring gaze, brimming with enough love and commitment to last for today and for always.

The End!

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