Epilogue
Jaxson
Three Months Later…
Savannah, GAUSA
Have you ever had a moment when you find the need to pinch yourself? Like shit is just too damn good to betrue?
Yeah, well I’m having one of those momentsnow.
“Jaxson, where are you takingme?”
That question comes from my too-good-to-be-true. My forever gal,Lauren.
“Shhh, babe. You have to work on being patient. We’re almost there, I promise,” Isay.
We’re in her hometown of Savannah, GA. It’s just stopped raining. The sun is shining, and I’m on amission.
“I can’t see,” Laurenwhines.
“Yes, babe. That’s the whole point of the blindfold,” I say, leading her down thepath.
Lauren and I arrived in Savannah three days ago after a one-week stay in New York. We’re on what I call, The Meet The ParentsTour.
Now, I had no doubts that my mom and dad would fall head-over-heels for Lauren. The same way Gramps and Nana did. The same wayIdid.
And I wasright.
Mom and Dad are crazy about her. Dad channeled Beyoncé and told me I had better put a ring onit.
But the idea of me meetingherparents, along with her sister Becky and her BFF Arabella, petrifiedme.
Thankfully, her parents love me. Now Becky, was a little harder to convince. Everything Lauren said about her…true. She is indeed a witch. I personally think she may be a tad jealous ofLauren.
“I would have worn ballet flats had I known we were gonna walk on what feels like sand, Jaxson,” she whinesagain.
“We’re so close, babe. Then, I promise it will all be worthit.”
Ihope.
Anyway, Lauren’s BFF, Arabella, and I hit it off right away. Although she calls me a goodBadBoy.
The nearly two weeks we’ve spent here in the States, have beenwonderful.
Yet, I’m looking forward to tomorrow morning, when Lauren, Truffles, and I fly back to our villa in Paris,France.
Wherethisallbegan.
Not to mention Paris is where our lifeis.
The successful magazine, the fashion line, which now includesHot Mess Couture, a brand name I convinced Lauren to bring out of the woodwork, as a children’s-clothingline.
And there’s me, still very much the face ofALLMe. The parodic-like spin of the campaign slogan was all abuzz on social media, sweeping the Dixie Lane incident under therug.
“I can’t believe I let you talk me into wearing this blindfold,” Lauren says, a hint of a chuckleevident.
“Yeah, well, you didn’t mind the blindfold the other nightwhen—”
