“My treasured obsession.” Hunter thumbed my cheek softly, smiling. “Youare my happy ever after.”
EPILOGUE
Gabriela
Mamma and Papà tied the knot again on a gorgeous, snowy December day.
It was an intimate affair with close friends and family. Nonna, me, and Anna’s mother—one of Mamma’s best friends—acted as the bridesmaids, Vance Remington was Papà’s best man, Luna was the flower girl, and Anna’s little brother the ring bearer. We made sure to keep an empty seat in the front row to honour Layla’s late mother, who’d also been one of Mamma’s best friends.
Hunter was here with his family, looking dapper as ever in a black suit. Though he wasn’t officially part of the groomsmen party—since Papà didn’t want one, he still insisted Hunter wear a matching pink tie. Another olive branch. He wanted my boyfriend to feel like he was every bit a part of the Bellafiore family.
Hunter caught my eye when I stood at the front, next to the other bridesmaids.
“You look incredible,” he mouthed.
Filled with giddiness, I mouthed back, “You too.”
The ceremony passed by fast, yet not without the usual theatrics associated with our family. Mamma’s vows were long and heartfelt, making Papà tear up. And his had Mamma full-on crying and swooning. Nonna appeared like she was over them and ready for a few glasses of wine.
When the officiator declared them husband and wife again, the place erupted in cheers as Papà and Mamma kissed.
“Finally!” Nonna grumbled jokingly next to me, but the grin on her face mirrored mine.
We were so happy for them.
The reception hall was decorated as per Mamma’s instructions. Pink hydrangea centerpieces, a flurry of tealights, ornamental white trees, and rhinestone garlands to give the illusion of falling snow. It was a stunning winter wonderland.
Taking a small reprieve from my bridesmaid duties, I joined my friends at their designated table while Hunter went to his friends. The minute I sat down, I took a breath of relief. My feet were killing me. I was just about ready to remove my heels.
“They look so beautiful.” Darla gazed at my parents as they now shared their first dance. “Like a fairy tale come to life.”
Ella elbowed her playfully. “Your blond-haired, blue-eyed Prince Charming is right around the corner. Just you wait.”
Dacia sipped her champagne. “I don’t think Prince Charming is Darla’s type.”
Hera smiled cheekily. “So what is your type, Dar?”
“Well, since you asked…” Darla started listing her requirements on her fingers.
At that moment, Anna and Layla nudged me. “Look! Your mom’s getting ready to throw the bouquet. Let’s go!”
We all scrambled over to the dance floor. Dacia with less enthusiasm. She once said that she had no desire to get married. But she tagged along regardless.
Across the dance floor, I caught Hunter’s attention.
The mischievous glint in his eyes saidyou better catch that bouquet.
I threw him an air-kiss.
“Ready, ladies?” Mamma called from the front, pushing aside her veil to glance at us over her shoulders.
“Ready!” we called back.
And when she threw it, I caught it.
Choruses of cheers and disappointed sighs rang in the air.
My friends congratulated me, but I had eyes solely for my Hunter.
