“I did?” My brow furrows. “How?”
His eyes capture mine, intense and serious. “Well, for starters, you helped me not be like my dad—”
“But you were never like your dad. Everything you do with Lillie shows you’re not like him. You were only grieving.”
Long fingers smooth my hair back. “You helped me find my way back.”
He pulls me close, and my eyes close as his cheek presses to mine. The music swirls with our friends around us, and I confess, as much as I adore Disney movies, I never believed fairytales really happened in real life.
This past year changed all of that.
I’m no longer an only child or even an insecure career girl, searching for meaning in my life. I’m a wife and mother. I’m using my art to help others at the clinic with Drew, which makes me financially independent—not that I need to be anymore.
I’ve met every goal on my list, with the benefits.
Lifting my chin, I kiss Remi lightly on the cheek, realizing he helped me as well. He’s my living handsome prince, and together, we’ve saved each other.
