“T-That’s it?”
“Well, I was working up to more. But you ran away before I could get there.”
“What’s more?”
He cups my face, and my heart, oh my heart...
“Marry me, Evianne.”
I can’t breathe.
Can’t think.
Can’t process what he just said.
“I love you and I know I don’t deserve you after what I said, after how I hurt you, but I’m begging you anyway. Say yes. Please. Just say yes.”
I look into those blue eyes, and of course there’s only one answer to give, when it’s the man God chose for me who’s asking it.
“I love you,” I whisper with a wobbly smile, “and y-yes, I’ll marry you.”
Epilogue
I’M SITTING IN FRONTof an ornate mirror while a stylist weaves tiny white flowers through my hair, and I still can’t quite believe this is happening.
Two months have passed since that night. Two months since Veil rode a horse through the dark to find me. Two months since he proposed under Wyoming stars and I said yes.
Two months of getting to know each other without the pressure of immediate deadlines. Of video calls when he had to return to England for business. Of planning a wedding that felt right instead of rushed. Of letting my heart heal from Joseph while simultaneously falling deeper in love with the man who sees me.
Two months of Lady Hampton becoming not just my employer but my friend. Of therapy sessions with a counselor in Foxtown who helped me process the invisibility complex I’d carried for so long. Of my mother flying in from Johannesburg last week, meeting Veil, giving her blessing with tears in her eyes.
Two months of growing certain.
And now I’m getting married.
In two hours.
