Page 118 of Unscripted with Mila

She looked at the camera. “Only in Hollywood, folks. The writer falls for the star. The star changes his life and finds healing in revealing the truth. Then they ride off into the sunset together.” She smiled at me. “Sounds like a great book to me.”

I smiled. “That is one story I plan to never end.”

Gloria ended the program with phone numbers and websites for mental health.

And it was over.

Nick sat beside me, resting his arm on the back of the sofa. “You were amazing, Shortcake.”

“So were you.”

Andi sat down. “Well done, you two. My phone is blowing up.”

Tom chuckled. “Mine as well. We should get to it.”

“What about tomorrow?” Nick asked.

“We’ll handle it. You two have done your part. I doubt MJ will show. If she’s smart, she’ll send her lawyer to sign the papers and the NDA. Tonight killed her revenge. They are pulling the show that was to air. She has nothing left to hurt you with.” Tom smiled at us. “You two relax tonight. Your part is over.”

They left, and I nestled into Nick’s side.

“Who knew all of this would happen when you wrote this book,” he mused.

“I know. The final draft was way different from the first one.”

“Oh yeah?”

I nodded. “You never would have filmed in Port Albany. The wedding would have happened in Vegas.”

“Vegas?”

I sat up, pulling my hair from the clips that held it back. “They eloped.”

“What changed your mind?”

“It didn’t work for them. I realized Roxie wanted the big white wedding, and I had to give it to her.”

“Because that’s what you want too?”

I shocked him when I shook my head. “No. I’d be fine with Vegas. My husband and I. The thought of the whole thing, all the people looking—even if they are mostly my family—it just doesn’t do it for me. I want small, private, and fast.”

“Your parents would be so upset.”

I laughed. “They wouldn’t be surprised. I always told them that. I said they could have a party after. As long as they could celebrate, they’d be fine.” I began to stand. “One day.”

He grabbed my hand, his gaze intense. “How about today?”

“What?” I asked, confused.

“Let’s be Roxie and Duncan. That’s who you wrote about when you crafted the book, Mila. Us. I saw it in every word. Let’s give them the original ending.”

“What are you saying?”

He stood, cradling my face in his hands. “Marry me, Shortcake. Tonight. We’ll fly to Vegas, get married, and spend the night. We can be back in the morning. Give our story the ending you first wrote.”

I felt the rush of tears. “You want to marry me?”

“I want it all with you. We’ll get married and head home together. Face your father. Have a freaking party to end all parties. Start our life. You heard Gloria. A new page. A new story for us.” He paused. “Please.”