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‘If there’s anyone who should know the answer to that question, Ness, it’s you. Look!’ Sophie pointed across to something nestled in the folds of her crumpled duvet.

‘Oh, my God! You kept it!’

Nessa abandoned the fiddly job of helping Sophie into her dress to Scarlet and Delia and dived onto Sophie’s wedding scrap box that lay open on the bed. She riffled through the paraphernalia of magazine snippets, pressed flowers, a scattering of pearls and beads, and pulled out the glossy photograph of the dress Sophie had adored from the very first moment she set her eyes on it all those years ago when she had a teenage crush on Noah. ‘Wow, every detail is exactly the same. Oh, Sophie, I’m so happy for you.’

Nessa reached out to replace the lid and this time tears flowed freely down her cheeks. She ran her fingers over the picture thathad been glued on the top of Sophie’s wedding scrap box for ever.

‘Noah was the first person you fell in love with, wasn’t he, Sophie?’

‘Yes.’

‘And, unlike me, you’ve never once changed this photo, have you?’

Sophie walked over to Nessa and cast her eyes over the blurry photo of a seventeen-year-old Noah.

‘No, I haven’t,’ she murmured. ‘He’s always been my soulmate.’

‘And you’re his, Sophie.’

It was true, Noah was her soulmate, and she couldn’t wait another second to be his wife.

Life had a way of delivering surprises; some happy, some sad, some exciting, some comedic, some heartbreaking, and some heartwarming, but as long as the person you loved was standing by your side, sharing those ups and downs, the journey was so much easier to navigate. She loved Noah more than anything else in the world, and she intended to make sure she told him that every single day for the rest of her life.

The End

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