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I snuggled against Cameron’s chest feeling like the luckiest person in the world, because I knew exactly how he was going to respond when I said the next part.

“I love you, Cameron O’Connor.”

He placed his thumb beneath my chin and gently lifted it so he could stare into my eyes. “And I love you more. Forever.”

Always trying to top me, but this time, I was happy to let him win.

EPILOGUE

FELICITY

One Year Later

“Why am I so nervous?” I asked Nina. I smoothed the front of my white lace sheath dress. “It’s stupid to be nervous, right?”

She grinned at me mischievously and shook her head in disagreement. “Oh, you have every reason to be nervous considering the crowd out there includes two former presidents, a Grammy winner, and the number one lifestyle Instagrammer in the world. I’m nervous for you, and all I have to do is walk down the aisle and stand there. You have to recite vows!”

“Thanks.” I smacked her playfully. “I hate you.”

“Liar.”

Only Cameron O’Connor could get the movers and shakers of Manhattan to make the twenty-five-minute trek out to Wave Hill Gardens in the Bronx. The grounds were always stunning, but our wedding planner Dana and the floral team had leveled up the place to create a sumptuously dreamy setting for our big day. I tried not to let the fact that Nina was right about the mega-high-profile crowd rattle me.

The day was about Cameron and me. The other stuff was background noise.

“Hey there, special delivery,” Megan said as she slipped in the room holding a small box. “Cam asked me to give this to you.”

My eyes preemptively swam with tears. I was going to be a mess at the altar.

“I can’t believe how gorgeous you look,” I told Megan as I took the package from her. “How do you have a newborn? Look at that body.”

She swiveled back and forth, modeling the blush halter gown for us like a pro. “I didn’t really have a choice; you picked a killer dress. I hope my Spanx hold up!”

We all laughed with her. She was right, the dresses were formfitting, but both of my bridesmaids looked perfect.

“Do you want to open that in private?” Nina asked as she pointed to the package.

“No, I need to practice holding back my emotions thanks to all this makeup. Stay, please.”

I walked to the window and perched on the wide ledge. The box was wrapped in pink and silver paper and had a thick white bow wrapped around it. I took my time taking everything off, and Nina fussed at me.

“I know, I know,” I answered. “I just want to enjoy every second of today.”

“Please do,” Megan replied. “I’m glad I have the photos and video because I remember nothing from my wedding!”

I took a breath before lifting the lid off the box. Cameron was a generous gift giver, and I had a feeling that whatever was inside was not only going to be magnificent, but also truly meaningful. When I saw what it was, I realized I was right.

Sitting on a navy pillow was a small silver locket in the shape of a book. The cover showed our initials in tiny diamonds.

“Oh, it’s perfect,” I sighed, pulling it out by the delicate silver chain.

Nina and Megan crowded around me.

“It looks like an antique. Does it open?” Nina asked.

I gently clasped the book and pulled it apart to reveal two small black-and-white photos inside. One was of the two of us in profile with our foreheads touching and the other was of our clasped hands. I’d never seen either of the beautiful photos, but that was Cameron, always finding new ways to delight me.

“Check out the back,” Megan said.