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Rhys comes and stands behind me, and we dance together, feeding off each other’s electrifying energy. We’re so in sync, you’d think we practiced this routine.

I turn to face him, and we go for it.

God, the man can dance.

As the song fades, I take it down several notches, expecting it to end, but another song loops in.

It’s a slow R&B vibe.

To my absolute amazement Rhys begins to sing.

He can sing?

Just because you can rap doesn’t mean you can sing. Rhys always says that.

I’m stunned.

He has a great singing voice.

Why has he been hiding this from me?

The lyrics are poignant.

And then to my utter disbelief, Rhys drops to one knee.

My hands fly to my mouth, shock coursing through me. Four words from the bridge of the song cause my heart to stop,Will you marry me?

Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.

I’m dumbstruck.

Then, my brother Noah––who still lives in New Zealand––steps on stage.

Epilogue 2

Rhys

This rehearsal is a ruse.

Anders, Tomas, Random Misconception, and Stasia spent hours rehearsing earlier today. At its core, the inclusion of Beckett’s band as part of the opening act for Cello2Cello’s concert might be his idea––and a little self-serving––but that didn’t prevent me from piggybacking on the perfect opportunity.

Everyone here is my partner in crime. Tomas didn’t ask me to rap because he wanted to hear my voice. It was a sneaky way to lure my unsuspecting girlfriend onto the stage.

Other than Stasia, there’s a reason none of the girls are here. Keira thinks we’re going for dinner at the Quintus Hotel after this. She’s wrong. We’re celebrating our engagement party in style amongst friends at a private room of one of the most luxurious hotels in the city. Michaela is manning things there.

All the fiancées, wives, and kids are at the hotel. My mom, Phoebe, and Oscar are also there. Michaela texted me to confirm. The diehard New Yorker lives in LA now. Her first year living in La La Land rivaled the craziest rollercoasterrides, but now she’s an influential force. Keira and her are as tight as sisters.

Along with a number of close friends, the Dennison brothers are on the invite list. Larkin is also part of the celebrations. For tonight, he’ll step out of his role as omnipresent lord of the castle and he’ll just be another one of our esteemed guests. He won’t be a regular Joe––not that that’s possible for a man in his position––as I had to concede to having two of his bodyguards posted at the private room’s door.

When I reach the last note of‘Marry Me’,Keira’s beautiful face is covered in tears.

I’m not about to cut a single anytime soon, but thanks to Beckett who helped train my voice over the last three months, I’m able to carry a tune. Levi and I also practiced for hours to get it right. He was the perfect wingman.

Stasia, who approached my girl while I was singing my heart out, has an arm wrapped around her in a hug. That doesn’t prevent Keira from trembling like a leaf.

Beckett and Holt are on video duty.

Cello2Cello are my appointed photographers.