Sophia chuckles. “Look, I love you. But I love Soren, too. So, I’ll need you to try to accept it. I don’t care if it takes years, but you’regoing to try. Okay?”
I’m left fucking speechless. She’s gentle-parenting her own father, and he’s too blind to see the manipulation. His eyes soften insanely, and a smile graces his lips. He squeezes his hand, looking directly in her eyes.
“Fine. I’ll try.”
“That’s all I’m asking.”
And this is just proof of how incredible Sophia is. In less than ten minutes, she managed to overcome the biggest threat to our future. Sure, my parents will protest, but I never cared about their opinion as much as Sophia cares about her parents.
This only solidifies the decision to make this woman permanently mine, and she will be, very, very soon.
She’s my entire life.
The only person who matters.
EPILOGUE II
The day is beautiful. Soren’s right next to me, reading a book, while I lay on his chest, staring into the ocean. The sun is high up in the air, the soft, warm breeze hitting my skin. The private island my parents got for me seems to finally have a purpose.
We’ve been here for a week already, and it’s our little piece of paradise that I don’t want to ever let go of. It’s perfect.
My eyes flick down to the engagement ring on my finger, my heart fluttering. It’s absolutely perfect, and the proposal itself was even more amazing. I hate public proposals, big engagement rings, and terrible settings of such an intimate moment.
Soren took all of it into consideration.
Of course, the hardest part was getting Dad’s approval. It took Soren seven months of coming by every single day and asking him for my hand in marriage for the old man to finally relent and agree. Even Mom was starting to get sick of seeing Soren every day at the manor, and I think she definitely influenced Dad into agreeing.
“I was thinking,” I say, mindlessly trailing patterns over Soren’schest. The tattoo I did on him is still there, and it always makes me fucking happy to see he didn’t get it removed. I wouldn’t let him get it removed now, anyway.
“Yes?” Soren puts the book down, his full attention on me.
“What do we do about the wedding?”
He kisses the top of my head. “Whatever you want, princess.”
I sigh. “It’s your wedding, too. I want your input.”
“Well, then, we’re having a grand one.”
“Oh?” I sit up, looking at him with a shocked, but pleased expression. “I didn’t think you’d want a big wedding.”
“I want the entire world to see the day you become Mrs. Ford, Princess,” he chuckles. “Of course, I want a big one.”
“Perfect. What about the date, though?”
“I’ll leave that up to you. Just tell me when and where.”
I deadpan. “And if I want it in the middle of the winter?”
“Then we’ll have a winter wonderland wedding,” he takes my hand in his, kissing my knuckles individually. “The place is irrelevant. All I care about is you becoming my wife, finally.”
“Okay. Kenzo will be your best man, right?”
Soren nods. “What about your maid of honor?”
“I don’t know,” I sigh. “Either Grace or Avalon. Though I’ll see how I go about that.”
“Alright,” he chuckles.
