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“I made it back.”
“I know, and I’m grateful. During the time Nigel and Nolan were around I put you through unnecessary stress, which led to everything else. All the bad that could have taken you away from us.”
He’s not wrong but at least he’s seen the error in his ways. “It’s okay. They’re out of our lives now.”
“For good.”
Nothing gave me more pleasure than putting Nolan behind bars. Nigel is locked up for his crimes, too and will probably die in prison. The last I checked, Portia had moved to Switzerland and hooked up with an eighty-year-old man with a sizable fortune.
The best part is that I don’t have to think about any of them ever again.
Father’s smile grows. “Let’s get you married, son.”
“Let’s go.”
We both laugh and he ruffles my hair like he used to when I was a kid.
The bright afternoon sunlight casts a golden hue over the guests before me.
I stand between the priest and my best men: Father, Hunter, and Luc. I have one left to join us: he’ll take his place after he walks my bride down the aisle.
I look at my guests and smile at them. Everyone is here to witness this magical day.
The violin music begins playing the Wedding March. And then I see her.
Harper appears at the top of the aisle, her hand resting lightly on Josh’s arm.
My heart stops and the world slows down.
She looks radiant with her hair flowing down her shoulders in long graceful waves.
Her white sleeveless dress makes her look like she just stepped out of a fairytale and into my life.
Her eyes are fixed on me and for a moment, everything else fades away.
I can’t breathe. I don’t want to. I just want to watch her, to memorize every detail of this moment. And her.
I think of every adventure we’ve had and the ones that haven’t been written yet.
I’m eager to see what those will look like.
When Harper and Josh reach me, Josh hands her over to me. He gives me an added blessing with a quick hug I appreciate. Then he takes his place next to my groomsmen.
Harper stands before me now, her eyes locked on mine, and I know we’re meant to be.
We take our vows, pledging to love each other forever, and she finally becomes mine.
My wife, my girl, my everything.
The goddess of my heart.
Epilogue Harper
Eighteen months later
The final note lingers in the air, hanging between the rafters of the theater like a soft, fading echo.
I hold my violin close to my heart, reveling in the accomplishment of finishing another performance. For a heartbeat, everything is still, and then the applause erupts.
