She smiles warmly and takes both of our hands in hers.
Harrison is about to lose his shit, I can tell. He’s only standing here to appease me but is about to hit his threshold of crazy any minute now.
“You’re not married on paper. But you have the strongest bond out of anyone here at this party.”
What?
“What does that mean?” I whisper.
“Your souls are married. The universe has chosen the two of you, which is more special and unique than any other marriage.” I suck in a breath, and I can feel the back of my eyes tickle with tears. “You’re privileged. Not everyone has a person, and those who do don’t always find them. When you’re born with a predetermined mate, you search, sometimes unknowingly, until you find them. Unfortunately for some, they search their whole lives and never feel complete. The two of you.” She pauses. “Are complete.”
She looks between us, and I can’t help but glance up at Harrison, who’s already staring intently at me with reverence in his eyes.
He feels this, too.
Something is happening right now.
Something extraordinary is passing through us, and if Jolene wasn’t standing here right now, I know that at this moment, I would have told him I loved him, and something is telling me he would have said it back.
“That is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard,” I murmur, never letting my eyes leave Harrison’s.
I love this man with all my heart and feel so lucky to have found him knowing what I do.
He cups my cheek and lightly kisses my lips. “Jules,” he purrs.
“You two are a lovely couple,” Jolene sighs happily.
I turn my attention back to her, and I can feel the heat from my cheeks burning with embarrassment.
I completely forgot about her for a moment.
“Thank you.” I take Harrison’s hand and squeeze it lightly. “I feel the same way.”
Without another word, she smiles again and begins to walk away, then abruptly stops and turns back. “All relationships experience bumps along the way. Hang tight. It will all work out in the end. Remember, the universe has already chosen.”
We stand silently until Harrison asks if I’m ready to go home. It’s rhetorical, he’s pulling me out of the party before I answer.
With this new revelation, why would we ever want to stay here when we can go home to be alone together?
Ouch.
I lean over to grab my water and try to block out the morning light. My head is pounding.
“Oh baby,” Harrison croons in a pained voice. “I’m sorry.”
I chug my water. “What’s wrong?”
He runs his fingertips down my spine. “You have cuts all over your back.”
“Worth it,” I mumble and snuggle closer, my back to his chest.
“It was a good night, huh?”
“The best.” I yawn. “Why aren’t you hung over? You went from Mr. Party Pooper to Mr. Let’s Celebrate The Universe.”
“I meant with a glass, not a bottle, Juliette,” he accuses lightheartedly.
After we got home last night, I thought we’d be crashing through the doors, unable to contain ourselves.
