Scoring with the Wrong Twin (Ice Chronicles Hockey #2)

42. Savannah

“ Celeste Bridal Couture? You’re making it really hard to keep up, Ice.” My voice is half a laugh, half disbelief as I take in the boutique’s glimmering facade. It’s the kind of place that feels like it belongs in a fairytale—or on a millionaire’s Pinterest board.

We head in. The boutique is pure Vegas glam, dripping with chandeliers and polished marble floors.

I turn to Blaze, crossing my arms, a smirk playing on my lips. “Is this what you’ve been so secretive about? Planning this ?”

Blaze leans casually against the doorframe. “In a matter of speaking.”

A well-dressed boutique manager appears. She greets us and gestures toward a rack of three stunning wedding dresses. My eyes widen. Each one looks like it belongs in a museum—layers of delicate lace, intricate beading, and pure elegance.

“Wait. What’s all this?” I ask, already overwhelmed. “Are you buying me a wedding dress for our wedding? Already?”

Blaze doesn’t answer right away, just sips the champagne the manager handed him like this is his regular Saturday activity.

Finally, he shrugs. “Let’s just say I’m helping you prepare.”

My brow arches. “Prepare already?”

The boutique manager interjects, all smiles. “We used one of your favorite dresses for reference to ensure a perfect fit. Mr. Ice shipped it to us.”

I whirl on Blaze, jaw dropping. “You stole one of my dresses?”

“ Aubrey stole it,” he corrects smoothly. “I just used it. Big difference.”

I let out an incredulous laugh, shaking my head. “I’m locking my closet the minute we get back.”

Blaze raises his glass in mock salute. “Smart move.”

The manager ushers me to an enormous fitting room, her excitement contagious. As she brings out an array of shoes, accessories, and jewelry to complete the look, a makeup artist and hairstylist appear, ready to prepare me for the fitting. They move with efficient precision—soft brushes against my skin, curling irons smoothing my hair into loose, elegant waves.

When I’m ready, the manager helps me step into the first dress. It's a white princess-style gown with a full skirt and delicate lace bodice—I can’t help but marvel at how perfect it feels. I pair it with strappy heels that add just the right touch of sparkle and elegance, along with a delicate diamond necklace and matching earrings that catch the light with every movement. When I step out, Blaze’s eyes sweep over me, his smile widening.

“Gorgeous,” he says, tipping his glass toward me. “You look like the princess you are.”

I roll my eyes. “Stop overselling it.”

The next dress is sleek silk in a rich champagne hue, its mermaid silhouette hugging every curve, making me feel both powerful and elegant. I pair it with a delicate set of pearl and diamond drop earrings and a matching bracelet that adds just the right amount of sparkle, along with champagne stilettos that perfectly complement the gown. When I step out, Blaze sits up straighter, his eyes widening with unmistakable astonishment.

“Wow,” he breathes, his voice low and reverent. His usual cocky grin is gone, replaced by something softer, almost awed. “You look… incredible. Absolutely breathtaking.”

The final dress is the one that steals the show. Made of sleek ivory satin, it hugs my body in a way that feels both bold and classy. The neckline dips into a tasteful yet daring plunge, showing just the right amount of cleavage, while the back drapes low, exposing the curve of my spine in a way that’s undeniably sensual. The fabric feels cool and smooth against my skin, flowing effortlessly down to the floor and pooling into a subtle train. A slit in the front, just high enough to reveal one leg when I walk, adds a modern, flirty touch.

The boutique seems to hold its breath as I step out. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and feel a rush of confidence. This dress doesn’t just look good—it makes me feel sexy and untouchable.

Blaze’s reaction is immediate. His eyes darken, his jaw tightens, and for a moment, he just stares.

“What?” I ask, suddenly self-conscious, smoothing the satin over my hips. “Is it too much?”

He steps closer, his voice lower than usual. “Too much? Savannah, you…you’re… breathtaking.” He shakes his head, as though trying to gather himself. "You are perfect."

I hold his gaze for a moment longer, warmth spreading through me at the raw sincerity in his tone. Turning to the manager, I take a deep breath and smile. “This is the one.”

Her face lights up, and she claps her hands together, practically vibrating with excitement. “Oh, you’ll be stunning.” She disappears for a moment and returns with a bouquet of natural roses in soft pink and cream hues, tied with an elegant satin ribbon. “To complete the look,” she says, offering it to me with a flourish.

I take the bouquet, its fragrance delicate and sweet, and glance at myself in the mirror one last time. The image staring back feels like a dream—a dream I never knew I wanted until now.

Blaze steps behind me, his reflection meeting mine in the mirror. “This is it, Sav,” he says softly. “This is you.”

And for the first time, I feel like it really is.

Heat rises to my cheeks, and I glance away, trying to play it cool. “Well, don’t let your jaw hit the floor. We’ve got places to be.”

Blaze stands, handing his champagne to the manager without breaking eye contact. “Not until you agree to wear that dress out of here.”

“What? Blaze, no. I can’t—”

“Why not?” he interrupts, his grin back in full force. “Why would you hide a masterpiece in a garment bag?”

The boutique manager claps her hands together, thrilled. “Oh, absolutely. That dress deserves to be seen.”

I sigh, exasperated but grinning. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it,” he counters. “Now, wait here. I’ve got one more thing to grab.”

He disappears into the men’s section, leaving me to deal with the amused manager. Minutes later, he returns in a tuxedo so sharp it could cut glass. The tailored black jacket hugs his broad shoulders, and the crisp white shirt beneath it is practically glowing. He adjusts his tie, his smirk full of swagger.

“Well?” he asks, holding his arms out. “Think I’ll pass as your date?”

“Barely,” I tease, but my breath hitches. He looks too good. Unfair, really.

The manager beams as she snaps a quick photo of us. “You two look like you just stepped off a red carpet!”

***

Blaze grabs my hand, his grin widening as he leads me toward the boutique's doors. “Come on, Princess. David Copperfield is waiting for us.”

“Wait—what?” I stammer, stumbling slightly as I try to keep up with his long strides. “David Copperfield?”

“You heard me,” he says, his tone dripping with amusement. “Let’s go.”

I glance down at my dress, the sleek satin clinging perfectly to every curve, and then back up at him. “Are we going dressed like this? It feels a little… much.”

He smirks, tugging me closer. “Why not? He’ll be dressed as David Copperfield. We can go dressed as us.”

Excitement bubbles in my chest as we step outside, the Vegas lights glittering around us like a thousand promises. A sleek black limo waits at the curb, and as soon as we approach, a small crowd of passersby turns their attention to us. Phones flash, capturing the moment, and Blaze seems completely unfazed, his hand warm and steady around mine.

He helps me into the limo with a flourish, making me laugh as I settle into the plush leather seat. “You’re enjoying this way too much,” I say, shaking my head.

“Maybe,” he replies, sliding in beside me. “But you’re worth every second of it.”

The ride is short but exhilarating, the champagne in the limo untouched as I can’t stop myself from trying to guess where we’re headed. When the limo slows to a stop, I glance out the window, expecting a show venue. Instead, my breath catches.

“Blaze,” I whisper, my voice barely audible as the driver opens the door. “That’s not a theater.”

“Nope,” he says, stepping out and holding a hand out for me. “It’s a chapel.”

I climb out of the limo, my heart racing. The small, charming building is adorned with twinkling lights, the kind you’d see in a romantic movie. My mouth opens, but no words come out as I turn to him, searching his face for answers.

“Let’s make it official,” he says, his voice steady and warm.

“Today? What’s the family going to think when they find out?” I manage, my voice trembling with both nerves and excitement.

“They already know, Princess,” Blaze replies smoothly. “Hell, they’re all in on it. Aubrey? Sean? Even Dad. And before you ask, yes, Sabrina knows too.”

My eyes widen. “Sabrina? My sister?”

"It wasn't Sabrina the Teenage Witch—at least I don't think so.

"How did you get her number?"

He shrugs, all casual confidence, "My private secret spy may have helped there too."

“Aubrey,” I accuse, narrowing my eyes.

Blaze laughs. “Called Sabrina myself,” he says, his tone softening. “She’s happy for us, Savannah. And she said she’ll be there for the big Catholic wedding at the ranch, after the festival.”

My heart skips a beat. “The big wedding? Blaze, what are you saying?”

He takes both my hands in his, his grip warm and reassuring. His eyes lock onto mine, filled with certainty. “I’m saying I couldn’t wait until then to make you my wife.”

For once, I’m completely speechless. My thoughts whirl, and my heart pounds so loudly I’m sure he can hear it. Slowly, I nod, my vision blurring as the reality of what’s happening sinks in.

This isn’t just a grand gesture—it’s the moment I didn’t even know I was waiting for. And as I let him lead me toward the chapel, hand in hand, I realize there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.

***

Inside, Sean and Aubrey wait for us, dressed to the nines. Aubrey’s light blue maternity gown glows under the lights, and Sean looks every bit the proud husband in his gray suit.

I hug Aubrey, laughing. “You look amazing for someone who was supposedly too sick for dinner.”

Aubrey grins, unrepentant. “You caught me.”

I flash her the ring, and she gasps. Then she holds out her hand, revealing one with the same two sapphires.

“You knew!” I accuse, half-laughing, half-shocked.

She nods. “It’s a tradition. Each of us gets two stones from the necklace you’s came from. Sean gave me mine when we got married. Someday, each of the other brothers will do the same. And Jack will give Emma’s fiance hers.”

I glance at Blaze, who’s grinning like a kid with a secret. “This family is full of surprises.”

The ceremony begins, officiated by a David Copperfield impersonator. The man is hilarious, pulling scarves out of nowhere and cracking jokes like he moonlights as a stand-up comic.

“Love, like magic,” he says, producing a silk scarf, “is all about timing—and a little sleight of hand.”

When he pulls our rings “magically” from behind Blaze’s ear, all of us laugh.

The David Copperfield impersonator clears his throat theatrically. “Now, Blaze, it’s your turn to wow the crowd. Let’s hear those vows.”

Blaze takes my hands in his, his grip warm and steady.

“Savannah,” he begins, “you’ve changed my life in ways I didn’t even know I needed. You challenged me, made me want to be better. To fight harder, love deeper, and never take anything for granted. I promise to keep surprising you, to fight for you, and to love you fiercely—every single day.”

My throat tightens, my chest aching in the best way. He squeezes my hands, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Savannah,” the officiant says. “Your turn.”

I inhale deeply, steadying myself. “Blaze,” I start, my voice trembling slightly. “You infuriate me, challenge me, and make me question everything I thought I knew. But you also inspire me, protect me, and remind me every day how much I can handle—and how much more I can love. I promise to stand by you, and to keep you on your toes. Always.”

Blaze’s grin returns.

‘David’ claps his hands dramatically. “Now that’s what I call vows!”

As we slide rings onto each other’s fingers, I feel like I’m sealing not just a promise but an adventure. Blaze leans in, whispering as the officiant gives his final words.

“You really are full of surprises,” I say.

“And you’d better keep up.”

“Now,” ‘Copperfield’ announces, tossing confetti from his sleeves, “by the power vested in me by the magic of Vegas, I pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Blaze Ice!”

The kiss is electric. The kind that leaves no room for doubt—just us, sealing forever.

THE END