So all that was left was to build her a castle.
And Marcus was going to take care of that too.
Epilogue
Annamae
Daisy
I stood in the suite and stared out the windows atthe snow-covered mountains while Michelle closed the door behind the girlswho’d done my hair and makeup.
“Gosh, but you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
I turned to watch Marcus’s sister walking toward me andsmiled.“Well, thanks, sugar.”
She looked me up and down and then she got misty.
I moved to her, my skirt swaying with me, and it had to besaid, it feltnice.So nice, I never wanted to take that dress off.Not ever.
But if I didn’t, it wouldn’t stay as pretty as it was.
And it’d be difficult for Marcus to give me some weddingnookie.He could get creative.But I didn’t want any of his creative ruining mydress.
I got close and took her hands in mine.
“Yougottaquitcryin’, darlin’,” I advised, doing so because she’d burstinto tears no less than six times since she and Doug had met us up in Aspen twodays before.“You got your makeup done too and you’re pretty as a picture.Marcus andDoug’llbe all upset you show puffy-eyedand red in the face.”
“Marcus won’t even know I’m there.”
He loved his sister but I reckoned she hadthatright.
She pulled a hand from mine, lifted it, and cupped my jaw.“I’m glad he waited to find the right girl.”
In response, I gave her the understatement of the century.
“I’m glad Iwasthe right girl.”
We grinned at each other.
A knock came at the door.
“I’ll get it,” she murmured, moving from me.
Taking another one of the half a million (slightlyexaggerated) opportunities I’d taken since I’d donned my dress, I turned andlooked into a mirror.
It had all come together perfectly.
I was Daisy but Daisy did her wedding just a little bitdifferently seeing as it was the day she was going to become Mrs.Marcus Sloan.
That meant my hair was teased full at the top back, but thesides had three soft twists in them, pulling them back to a big, swirly bunthat nearly took up the entire back of my head.There was a diamanté combtucked in one side (a girl’sgottahave her sparkle,especially on her wedding day) and tendrils dangling around my ears.My bangswere full and brushed my brows.
I’d given up the smoke, the makeup girl bestowing on mesubtle contouring, cheeks in pink, eyes in creams, browns, and pinks withmagnificent shading and a set of fake eyelashes that I’d memorized the brandand style because they said perfection with akapow!
My hair was romantically fabulous.
My makeup was understatedly dramatic.
My dress was d-i-v-i-n-e,divine.
