The tree glows.Die Hardplays.
And our kittens tear through the room like they’ve been our love story’s main characters ever since the day Wanda gave birth to them in Millie’s attic.
Soft and slow as ever, I kiss my fiancé, his arms wrapping around me like a custom glove.
“So,” I whisper against his lips. “What now?”
Knox pulls me closer, desire simmering behind his steady gaze.
My breath hitches.
“Now?” He lowers me onto the sofa cushions, lips brushing mine, like he’s ready to make me officially his in every way that counts. “We float inside our forever bubble.”
And if this is how our next chapter begins…
I never want our story to end.
Epilogue
CAMI
Six Months Later
Somewhere Over the Caribbean
Golden ribbons shimmer across the ocean as sunlight slips behind a distant horizon, turning the ship’s deck into something that looks stolen from a dream. Lanterns sway on their hooks. Waiters pass by with trays of champagne flutes. And somewhere in the distance, the Trouble Triplets are probably already strategizing about which one of them will catch my bouquet later.
Knox’s fingers are laced with mine as we step off the aisle runner and into the reception, people we love filling the deck like a living constellation.
His wedding band gleams every time the light hits it, and my dress is hitched in one hand, my heels long abandoned, and I swear, my cheeks may never recover from all the smiling.
Paxton, myMan of Honor, is the first to reach us, practically vibrating. “If I cry again, someone better fetch emergency hydration.”
I laugh, leaning into Knox’s shoulder. “We’re less than two hours in, and you’re already dramatic.”
Paxton presses a hand to his chest. “Dramatic? I performed a controlled emotional descent. Speaking of dramatic…”
Dex and Dr. Ochoa, who apparently got married on Valentine’s Day and have been obnoxiously cute about it ever since, approach us with matching smiles that could power the ship.
“See?” Dex beams. “Told ya you two would end up a couple. It’s what Crystal Cove does best.” He nudges Dr. Ochoa with an affectionate wink.
Knox squeezes my hand, offering Dr. Ochoa a grateful nod. “Thanks again for letting your staff watch Stripe and Shadow so we could be here.”
“Please,” Dr. Ochoa says, smoothing his tie. “Those kittens are adored by the entire staff. They’re just their human servants.”
Dex snorts. “Adorable tyrants. Plus, they get to catch up with Wanda.”
A few steps away, Pamela waves her cocktail at us. “Documenting this beautiful wedding for the Luxe Properties newsletter. Also, Knox, your vows? Shockingly heartfelt. I’m proud of you.”
Knox groans playfully. “Please don’t put anything that could cause a scandal in that newsletter.”
Next to her, Claire beams at us with crinkling eyes, her hand over her heart. “Sweet girl, I have never seen a more beautiful bride. The moment you walked out, Hazel cried so hard, Sy thought he was going to have to step away from his BestManparole and give her CPR.”
“Exaggeration,” Sy murmurs though his eyes are glassy, and Hazel is still fanning herself with a folded napkin.
“You two,” Hazel sniffles, “were breathtaking. Like a movie.” She reaches for Knox’s face, squishing it between her hands. “You married up, sweetheart.”
Knox laughs, bending to kiss her cheek. “I know, Grandma.”
