“Will you love me again?”
“You don’t understand—”
“Yes or no.”
Oh God, I’m so, so scared to mess this up. And even more, I’m so, so scared to mess him up all over again.
“Will you love me again? Will you marry me and be my princess?”
Give me a sign, God.
Please.
I want to do things right—
“We already know what it means to live apart, Tiara. Don’t you think it’s time for us to taste forever?”
And I start to cry because that right there—
It was God answering both my questions in one.
For everything there is a season, and this time now...
I cup his face with still shaking hands. “Yes.” I’m crying and laughing, and so is he, because this time...
It’s a time where we mend and heal, a time where we choose to love.
Epilogue
HELLO AGAIN, MY SECRETIVEgossipy little lambs!
We acknowledge it’s been a while. The last time yours truly remembers writing was all about Logan Hardwall marrying his nephew’s nanny Mathilda, and that seems so many seasons ago! Was Bridgerton already a thing back then?
But anyway, it has been quite eventful lately. I was very fortunate to enjoy a front-row seat (of sorts) to the first night ball of Foxtown’s Season of Second Chances, and my oh my, it was truly like watching a fairytale come to life. Princes, frogs, and tiaras—I’m so very sorry if you’ve missed it. I can try putting it into words. But I won’t. As Foxtown’s newest countess puts it, for everything there is a season, and what happened yesterday...it’s something you have to experience yourself, to see the beauty in offering second chances, even to the people you don’t think are deserving.
And on that note, oh fine...
