Chapter 46
Indigo stood at the beginning of the aisle with her father, and she was radiant in a way that went beyond her supermodel beauty.
Her white lace wedding gown was perhaps the most romantic of the three.
An off-shoulder with delicate beading that caught the sunlight, a fitted bodice that flowed into a full skirt with a subtle train.
Her purple dark blonde hair had been styled in elegant waves that cascaded down her back, crowned with a wreath of white roses and baby's breath.
Her indigo eyes, those striking, unusual eyes she'd inherited from her mother, sparkled with tears and joy.
Thomas Sinclair walked beside his daughter with visible pride and emotion.
He wore a sharp charcoal suit, and his bearing spoke of a man who had found peace with his daughter's unconventional choice.
As they began their walk down the petal-strewn aisle, Indigo's hand rested on his arm, and Remy could see her lips moving, she was talking to her father, sharing some quiet moment that belonged just to them.
When they reached the altar where Remy, Lyra, and Nyx waited with the priest, Thomas stopped and turned to face not just Remy but all three of his daughter's chosen family.
"Son," he said, looking at Remy with warmth and acceptance.
The word 'son' carried weight. This was the father who'd offered to be Remy's parents, who'd given him the family he'd lost.
"I leave my daughter in your care. In all of your care," he added, glancing at Lyra and Nyx.
"Thank you, all of you, for accepting her for who she is. For seeing the real Indie beneath the performance. For loving her depth instead of just her surface."
He paused, a mischievous glint entering his eyes. "I wish you all a happily married life filled with joy and children.
Many grandchildren. Your mother and I aren't getting any younger, and we'd like to spoil some babies before we're too old to keep up with them."
All three girls blushed furiously at the mention of bearing Remy's children, their faces turning various shades of pink.
Lyra's fair skin showed it most prominently, Nyx tried to maintain composure but failed completely, and Indigo looked like she might actually combust from embarrassment.
The small gathered crowd chuckled warmly at the reaction, and even Remy felt heat rising in his own cheeks.
Thomas pulled his daughter into a tight embrace. "I love you, Indie. Your mother and I are so proud of who you've become.
Not the model, not the actress, just you. Our daughter who found the courage to be real."
"I love you too, Dad," Indigo whispered, holding him tight. "Thank you for not giving up on me. Even when I pushed you away."
Thomas released his daughter and stepped back, taking his seat beside Victoria, who was crying happy tears and beaming at the scene before her.
Indigo took her place beside Nyx and Lyra, the three brides forming a line before their shared groom.
For a moment, they just looked at each other, four people who had been broken in different ways, who had found each other against all odds, who had built something beautiful from their collective healing.
The priest, a kind-faced man in his sixties who'd performed countless weddings but never one quite like this, smiled warmly at the four of them.
"Dearly beloved," he began, his voice carrying across the small beach gathering.
"We are gathered here today to witness something rare and beautiful, the joining of four souls who have chosen to build their lives together in love, commitment, and mutual respect."
He paused, looking at each of them in turn. "This ceremony may be unconventional by traditional standards, but the love here is as real and valid as any I've witnessed in my years of service.
Love knows no single form, and commitment transcends the boundaries we sometimes try to impose upon it."
The ceremony proceeded with traditional elements adapted for their unusual circumstances.
The priest spoke about love, partnership, commitment, and the courage required to build something new instead of simply accepting what already existed.
"Marriage," he said, "is not just about romance or desire, though those certainly have their place.
Marriage is about choosing. Choosing every day to love, to support, to forgive, to grow together instead of apart.
It's about building something that's stronger than any individual person, something that can weather storms and celebrate joys and create meaning in a world that often feels meaningless."
He turned to Remy first. "Remy Beaumont, do you take Lyra, Nyx, and Indigo to be your wives?
Do you promise to love them, honour them, cherish them, in sickness and in health, in joy and in sorrow, for as long as you all shall live?"
"I do," Remy said, his golden eyes bright with emotion. "Completely. Absolutely. Forever."
"Lyra Castellane," the priest continued, "do you take Remy to be your husband, and Nyx and Indigo to be your sister-wives and partners in this marriage?
Do you promise to love, honour, and cherish them to build this family together for as long as you all shall live?"
"I do," Lyra said firmly, her silver eyes meeting Remy's, then glancing at her sister-wives with affection. "With everything I am."
"Nyx Harrington, do you take Remy to be your husband, and Lyra and Indigo to be your sister-wives and partners in this marriage?
Do you promise to love, honour, and cherish them to build this family together for as long as you all shall live?"
"I do," Nyx said, her usual analytical precision giving way to pure emotion. "Statistically improbable but emotionally certain. Yes. Forever."
"Indigo Sinclair, do you take Remy to be your husband, and Lyra and Nyx to be your sister-wives and partners in this marriage?
Do you promise to love, honour, and cherish them to build this family together for as long as you all shall live?"
"I do," Indigo said, tears streaming freely down her face now.
"With all my heart. With everything I've learned about being real instead of performing. Yes."
"Then we proceed to the exchange of rings," the priest announced.
Remy reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out three small velvet boxes.