Epilogue

Harper

Seven Months Later

 

 

The studio is unlike anything I've seen before and is like something straight out of my dreams. It's everything I could have ever imagined. Everything I did in fact, dream about. The interior of the booth I'm sitting in is dimly lit – though, one of their assistants had thoughtfully put about two dozen candles all around before I'd started, creating the moody atmosphere I enjoyed performing in the most.

As I look at all the faces in the booth watching me, I still can't believe it. All that hard work and patience – not to mention everything I went through – to get me to this point. In a studio with important people in front of me. People who can help make and shape my career. People who can help refine my music. And people who can take me to heights I never even dreamed possible.

The whole thing still feels so surreal to me and I have to take a few deep breaths just to calm myself down. And as I look through the glass of the booth in front of me again, I have to resist the urge to pinch myself to make sure this is all really happening.

Rob and his friend, Stephen, are sitting in the back of the booth, behind the engineers, along with a few people I don't know yet. Rob is behind the glass and I'm alone in the studio – wishing, more than anything, that he could be in here with me. But, I know he can't – that's not how this works. As much as I'd like him to be, I can't have him there holding my hand.

My breath is shallow and my stomach is roiling, but the magic of my music is flowing through me and is filling my body with an energy unlike anything else. As I play the final chords of the song on my guitar, the realization that I've just finished recording the last song for my first album hits me and I'm suddenly overwhelmed by a wave of emotion.

My heart is racing as the adrenaline takes over as the reality hits me hard and I have to fight back the tears that well up in my eyes. This is everything I've dreamed of. Everything I've always wanted. And the power of that moment is powerful. Intense. Stronger than anything I've ever experienced before in my life.

As I push the microphone away and set my guitar down in the stand, the people in the booth clap their hands, cheering me on. Rob stands up and the smile that spreads across his handsome face melts my heart.

“Nice,” Stephen says, his voice coming through the speaker sounding tinny. “Very nice.”

My cheeks flush with color and I feel the awkwardness of everybody staring at me pressing down on me.

“Thank you,” I say, my voice barely more than a whisper.

“People are going to dig this,” Stephen says. “It's been a long time since someone with a voice like yours has come around. It's powerful. It's sweet. And it really grabs you.”

My cheeks flush even more, but I stand there and force myself to bask in the praise. I savor the moment for what it truly is – weeks and weeks of hard work in the studio had paid off at last. My album is finished. I still can't get over hearing the words, “my album.” Every time I hear it, I have to stifle the squeals and giggles that threaten to come bursting out of me.

But, now that it's finished, it's not going to be too long before it's going to be distributed to radio stations around the country. Heck, maybe even the world. People are going to hear me. They're going to really hear my music. My songs are going to reach a wide audience – the kind of audience I'd always dreamed of but didn't think I'd ever attain.

As soon as we're done in the studio and the lights come up, I rush into the booth and throw my arms around Rob. My big, strong hero. The man who helped me make my dreams come true. Rob wraps his arms around me, lifting me off the ground as if I weigh nothing at all. He spins me around and we look into one another's eyes for a moment before he leans forward and presses his lips to mine.

“Thank you,” I say when we break the kiss, my heart fluttering hard in my chest.

I know that without him, I wouldn't be here in this studio right now. And I certainly wouldn't be getting hyped up about my debut album getting airplay all over the country.

On a deeper level though, I recognize the fact that I might not even be alive if not for Rob. Or, instead of dropping albums, I could be stuck in some sex trafficking ring, being force-fed drugs and made to do porn for a scumbag like Max.

But here I am, fulfilling a dream of mine. Not only because he saved my life, but because he knows people who put some bugs in the right ears. Friends of some of his friends know people in the industry who got me in front of the people I needed to be in front of. The people who heard me, liked what they heard, and have helped get where I need to be – which, at the moment, is in this studio, finishing my first album.

“Are we done here?” Rob asks, looking over at Stephen.

“Yes, we'll finish up the rest,” Stephen says. “Go on, take your girl out and celebrate. Do something nice for her – she deserves it.”

My smile hurt my face, it was that wide. Rob looks down at me with a glimmer in his dark eyes and nothing but pride on his face.

“Alright then,” Rob says. “You heard the man. Let's go celebrate, Harper.”

My head is spinning and I can't shake the feeling of the surreal. By celebrating, I'm picturing a nice dinner at a fancy restaurant. Or heck, maybe we can find that big pink food truck and recreate our first date. To me, that's special and that would definitely be a worthy celebration.

But Rob has other plans. From the studio sitting in the heart of Los Angeles, we climb into his Lamborghini and drive out of the city, heading toward the beach. As we drive along the coast highway, I breathe in the fragrance of the salty ocean air, and it reminds me, yet again, that I'm in California. That I'm living my dream.

“Where are we going?” I ask.

“You'll see,” he says, as he takes my hand and lightly kisses the back of it as he drives down the highway. “It's a surprise.”

“A surprise, huh?” I ask.

He nods. “Yup.”

“Not going to give me any hints, I take it,” I say and smile wide at him.

“You still haven't gotten any better about this whole surprise thing.”

I shrug. “I'm working on it.”

The waves are crashing onto the shore that runs along next to the highway, and the sun is just beginning to set on the distant horizon. Rays that are red, yellow and orange fill the otherwise blue sky and I get lost in the scenery for a bit, admiring the sun and the sea, relishing the cool air as it caresses my skin. I'm caught up in it all and don't realize that he's even slowing down until he turns into a lot that sits next to the shore.

I look over at him, slipping out of my dream-like state for a moment and look around.

“Where are we?” I ask.

“Where does it look like?” he teases.

We pull through a gate and before us are a dozen rows of docks. There are yachts lined up along the docks – some of them massive boats that look like cruise liners to me. All of the boats are moored to the docks, bobbing up and down in the water.

There's a breakwater about half a mile out or so, which prevents the ocean waves from unleashing their destructive fury inside the marina, protecting what I know are multi-million dollar yachts. This is most definitely a playground for the rich and these are their expensive toys.

Talk about feeling way out of my depth.

Rob parks his Lamborghini and shuts off the engine. We get out and he takes my hand, guiding me through the parking lot and to a gate. He uses his key card to unlock the gate and he leads me down a gangplank to a long dock.

He looks over and gives me a smile. “Which one do you think is mine?”

I look at the eight or nine yachts moored there and realize it's too difficult to pick out which one might be his. They're all massive – and gorgeous. But I have no idea which one is his. It could be any of them. So I pick one at random.

“That one there – third from the end,” I say.

“And why do you think that?”

I shrug. “It screams rich guy's toy?”

Rob laughs. “Don't all of these?”

“That they do,” I say.

“Well, you're wrong,” he says. “Care to take another guess?”

I shake my head, grinning at him. “Not so much, no,” I say. “I'm more terrible at guessing games than I am at surprises.”

“Fair enough,” he says and chuckles.

Rob takes my hand and guides me to a yacht moored at the far end of the dock – the largest of the bunch that are sitting there. I see the staff lined up and waiting for us. Rob leads me up the gangplank and onto his ship.

“Welcome aboard, Mr. Rossi,” says a middle-aged man in a white naval suit.

“Captain Morrow,” Rob says. “Wonderful to see you again.”

“You as well, sir,” he says. “Are we ready to get underway?”

Rob nods. “Indeed we are, captain.”

“Excellent,” he says. “Then we're going to cast off now.”

The staff begins to buzz with activity as the lines are cast off and the captain pulls us away from the dock. The ride out to the breakwater is smooth as silk and I'm awed by just how big this ship is. Rob guides me around, giving me the tour, and it has every amenity you could possibly think of. It has all the comforts of home and then some.

And I have to say, it's absolutely gorgeous and even more elegant than the room we stayed in at the Bellagio.

“Dinner is ready to be served, Mr. Rossi,” says a short woman with dark hair and a kind smile who's wearing a white chef's jacket.

“Thank you, Esme,” Rob says.

He leads me up a short flight of stairs and when we reach the formal dining room, I stand in absolute awe for a moment. A large dark oak table dominates the center of the room. Tall, floor-to-ceiling windows run along the walls on both sides of the room, giving us a view of the ocean beyond. In the dying light of the day, the sun sparkles off of the surface of the water, making it glitter like a pool of liquid gold.

Rob escorts me to the table and pulls the chair out for me. Giving him a smile, I sit down and he pushes it back in. The table is adorned with white roses and tall candles. There is an ice bucket sitting between our two seats, a bottle of white wine already cooling.

The whole dining room is elegant and gorgeous. I look around, not believing he'd gone to all that trouble to just for me. Though, he seems to be making a habit of it. I look around and then look at Rob, feeling tears of joy welling up in my eyes.

“I can't believe you did his for me,” I say, my voice thick with emotion.

“There's nobody else I'd rather do it for,” Rob replies as he pours me a glass of wine. “And what better way to celebrate your success than with a candlelight dinner on the water?”

Esme comes out and sets a tray of cheeses and fruits down in front of us. Rob picks up his glass of wine and touches it to mine.

“To you,” he says. “My future Grammy winner and beloved musical superstar.”

I feel my cheeks flush and tap my glass to his. “To us,” I say. “Life's taken plenty of twists and turns, but I'm glad we found our way to each other.”

“Hear, hear,” he says.

We sip our wine and munch on cheese and fruit, watching the sunset on the horizon. The yacht slowly makes its way out to sea, rising and falling as the waves pass beneath us, as our first course arrives.

“First course? You want me to get fat, don't you?” I laugh.

“I just want you to be happy, Harper,” he says with a smile. “And I'll love you at any size.”

Just sitting with him makes my heart skip a beat. And when he says things like that, it makes my heart melt. I still haven't gotten used to hearing the words from him though. Everything between us is still so new. And still so amazing.

I love hearing those words from him and I know that I'm never going to get tired of hearing them. I smile and take his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“I love you, Rob.”

Taking my hand in his, he strokes it for a minute before bringing it up to his lips, laying a gentle kiss on it. My heart flutters once more as I stare deep into those grayish-green eyes – eyes that never fail to strip me bare. Eyes that can see straight into my soul. Eyes that I'll never tire of losing myself in.

Rob takes me in – all of me – he drinks me in like a fine wine and looks at me like I'm the only woman in the world. Or, at least, the only woman in the world for him. We stare into one another's eyes, our fingers intertwined, and for a time, we totally forget about everything else in the world – including, eating our salads.

It's only when the second course arrives that we're pulled back into reality.

“We haven't even finished with the first,” I laugh, pushing my plate aside and pulling the next dish toward me. “But what is this? It looks delightful.”

“Seafood risotto,” he says.

I take a bite and there is an explosion of flavor in my mouth. I savor every last bite of it, rolling my eyes, and making noises that probably sound better suited to a porn. Never before have I enjoyed food this delicious, and I close my eyes upon taking another bite.

“I was right,” I say. “It is delightful. Beyond delightful. This is – orgasmic.”

“Only the best for you, my love,” he says.

“I'll never get used to this life.”

“Oh, you better,” he says and grins at me. “Because you're going to be spending a lot more time with me, on my yacht and eating fancy dinners.”

“You really do want me to get fat, huh?” I tease.

“At least then I know you won't run off on me.”

She laughs. “Pig.”

“Guilty,” he says.

“This is amazing, Rob,” I say. “And I'm not going to run off with anybody. You're the only one I want. The only one I need. And as long as we can mix in a food truck with amazing gourmet hot dogs now and then with those fancy dinners, my heart will always remain yours.”

Rob chuckles, taking a long pull from his wine as he leans back in his chair. While I'm taken in by the surroundings, Rob never stops looking at me. Not all through dinner – all seven courses of it. I'm amazed by it though. Every course was more amazing than the one before it. The food was all exquisite and unlike anything I'd had the pleasure of enjoying before.

And by the time we're done, I'm so stuffed that my eyes are crossed and I'm hearing things – like music. I look around and can swear that I'm hearing music playing from somewhere. And a moment later, I see the violinist as he steps into the dining room with us. He plays a beautifully haunting tune – one that reaches my very soul.

Esme returns, carrying two plates of tiramisu in her hands and sets one down in front of each of us. I lean down and inhale the aroma. And despite the fact that I'm stuffed, my mouth is watering and my stomach is screaming for me to take a big bite.

“Thank you,” Rob says.

“You're more than welcome, Mr. Rossi,” Esme says before she turns and walks away, disappearing somewhere into the yacht.

“For lack of a better word, this is really lovely,” I gush. “I have no adequate words right now, Rob. I swear, I don't –”

I start to choke up as he looks at me with that gentle smile on his face. This has been one of the most amazing days of my life and I'm overwhelmed with emotion. I feel silly as tears of joy fill my eyes and roll down my cheeks. It all feels like a dream – like it's too good to be true. And that's when I notice that along with the tiramisu, Esme had dropped something else off in front of me.

A ring case.

I look back up at Rob, eyes wide, my hands trembling.

“Rob,” I gasp, my voice barely more than a whisper. “I – is that –”

“I told you, you better get used to living like this,” he says.

“Are you –” I clear my throat and try again. “A – are you doing what I think you're doing?”

Rob picks up the box and opens the ring case. He drops down to a knee and holds the box up for me to see through the tears rolling down my face. I look down at what he's holding and staring back at me is a massive diamond ring. It's several carats and surrounded by smaller diamonds. A vintage style ring that appears to have been handed down through the generations.

Picking it up gently, I carefully hold it up, staring at it from all angles, watching the light dancing across the facets, making it sparkle. The tears flow faster and try as hard as I might, I can't seem to stop them.

“I love you, Harper,” Rob says, taking the box from me.

My breath catches in my throat when he takes the ring out of the box and looks up at me.

“I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” he says. “That is if you'll have me.”

My voice cracks, and I'm afraid I won't be able to speak without crying, so instead, I do the only thing I trust myself to do in that moment – I nod. Covering my mouth with my free hand, I keep nodding, the tears flowing faster than ever.

Rob, still down on his knee, is smiling at me. “So, was that a yes?”

Finally, once I'm confident I can speak without choking up, I say the word he's waiting to hear,

“Yes,” I say. “Yes, I'll marry you.”

Rob's grin is brighter than the sun as he slips the ring onto my finger. My body is shaking as I stare at the rock on my hand – something I never thought I'd see in this lifetime. It's bigger than any diamond I've ever seen before in my life though – and it's mine.

I'm engaged – which only adds another layer of the surreal to this most surreal day.

Rob stands and pulls me to my feet, wrapping his arms around my waist and lifts me up. With his big, strong arms, he wraps me up in a tight embrace and spins me around. The tears of joy are flowing down my face and when I look at him, I see that his eyes are red and wet with tears too.

As he spins me around, I notice he waves the violinist away, leaving us alone in the dining room together. The hum of the engine drones on and the ship rises and falls on the waves. Other than the sound of the motor and the crashing of the waves against the hull, the yacht is otherwise silent.

We're alone now, on the backside of his yacht. Just me and my fiancé. Just the word causes my stomach to flutter and sends my heart racing.

My fiancé .

Married. I'm actually getting married. No matter how many times I say that in my head, it doesn't seem to have taken root yet. It doesn't seem real. I just smile and shake my head, not even knowing what to do with myself.

That, though, is a question my fiancé soon answers for me.

Rob kisses me, pressing his mouth against mine. Our tongues dance in each other's mouths and his hands linger as he slides them over every inch of my body. Moving lower, he kisses down the length of my neck and he whispers in my ear.

“I love you, Harper.”

“I love you too,” I gasp.

As he touhes and kisses me, I become putty in his hands. We step outside, the cool night air caressing our skin. We continue to kiss beneath the moonlight as Rob runs his hands down back. Lifting me off my feet, he carries me over to the side of the patio where a large, round bed is located. Likely meant for sunbathing or relaxing during the day, the look in Rob's eyes tell me he has other plans.

The bridge of the yacht is further forward and we can't be observed where we are from anywhere on this boat other than the dining room. The patio we're on is perfectly private. And knowing Rob like I do and how prepared he always is, I'm sure he's already informed his ship's staff not to come down to the dining room after dinner is served.

He lays me down upon the sunbathing bed, his body pressed against mine. Kissing each other with fire and passion, our hands work at each other's clothing. I fight with the buttons on his shirt, my fingers fumbling over them one-by-one as he smoothly pulls my shirt over my head.

Rob kisses my neck, and then my collarbone, making me shudder against him as he moves lower still. With one hand, he deftly removes my bra and tosses it to the ground. Finally, I get to the last button and pull his shirt off him, raking my nails down his toned, hard body. I love feeling the hard angles and planes of his body.

Rob takes my nipple into his mouth, lightly sucking as I arch my back upward, my body aching with desire. As I look into his eyes, it's so crazy for me to remember that not all that long ago I was a virgin and had never experienced such pleasure.

And now, I couldn't get enough of it – at least, not from Rob.

I clumsily struggle to unzip his pants, but Rob is there to help me. Once unzipped, I slide them down his body, my fingers grazing his tight ass, which I can't help but grab as the pants fall to the floor. Rob steps out of his pants and kicks them to the side before he turns and presses his body into me, his erection sliding against my most intimate parts.

Only my skirt and panties are keeping us apart in the physical sense – something that Rob is already taking care of.

His hand moves up my inner thigh, drawing a gasp from me when he gently strokes me between my legs. I grow hotter and wetter by the second as he teases me, and I burn with the desire to have him inside of me. My body aches with my desire, and I cry out as he runs his fingers along my panties, lightly grazing my intimate parts, teasing me. I beg him to take me.

Sliding my panties aside, he moves on top of me and I feel him now. I shudder as he presses the head of his hard rod against my opening. His cock is long, hard and ready. Rob moves his hips and the tip of his staff penetrates me. I moan and latch onto his body, holding him tightly. Slowly, he enters me, stretching me open as he fills me up, touching the deepest parts of me with his cock.

“Yes, yes, Rob,” I mutter, arching upward to take more of him inside of me.

With the sounds of the waves slapping the hull of the boat as our background, Rob makes love to me. With the moonlight above cascading down over us, our bodies move together as one. He thrusts himself into me over and over again, driving his cock deeper.

Every time with Rob feels like the first time. He thrusts himself into me, taking me by surprise and forces me to cry out his name. My toes curl as I hang onto him for dear life, wrapping myself around his massive body.

He lifts my legs up, crossing them at the ankles and puts them on his shoulder. With my body stretched up that way, he has a perfect view of my most sensitive parts. He plunges his cock into me again, thrusting himself hard and deep into me. I call his name and grab hold of his forearms, my nails digging into his skin as he pounds his cock into my tight little hole again and again.

“I never get tired of this, baby,” Rob gasps. “You feel so amazing.”

“You drive me crazy,” I moan. “I can't get enough of you. You've turned me into a little nympho.”

“Definitely not a bad thing.”

I let out a yelp when Rob grabs me and puts me on my hands and knees, bending me over the railing of the yacht. Rob steps up behind me and grabs a fistful of my hair. He gives my head a hard tug backward, forcing me to look up at the sky as he drives his dick into me again, sheathing himself deep inside of me.

Rob starts to pump his hips, thrusting himself hard as I push myself back against him, taking him even deeper. The sound of our bodies slapping together along with our cries of passion compete with the waves in sheer volume.

I reach down between my thighs and drag my nails across his balls as he pounds his cock inside of me. He moans and shudders when I grip the base of his dick, stroking him as he drives that thick rod into me again and again.

The feeling of having him inside of me – of getting to feel his real flesh within me for the last few months, it takes the pleasure he normally gives me to a whole separate level. It's more intense. The sensations are more raw.

It's amazing.

Rob pulls his cock out of me and drops to his knees. Still holding my legs up in the air, he buries his tongue inside of me. He licks and sucks on my pussy, driving his fingers into me. I shudder and seem to be slurring my words as he takes my clit into his mouth and sucks hard on it. I yelp and then moan when he gives it a gentle bite at the same time he added a second finger inside of me and drove them deep.

He licks and sucks me, fingering me harder than he ever has before. I'm thrashing my head from side to side, my body awash in sensations as he works on my most intimate parts with his fingers and mouth. And just when I think I can't take it anymore, I let out a stuttering gasp as my body clenches up. The dam inside of me breaks and I cry out as I tremble hard, my pussy pulsing around his fingers, and my orgasm takes me by storm.

Rob continues to finger and lick me as my orgasm rages on inside of me, only adding to the intensity of the feeling. It takes a little time, but I finally get my breathing and heart back under control. I look at him, feeling the fires of desire burning bright within me.

I stand Rob up and then push him down onto the bed. I climb on top and straddle him. Gripping his cock with my hand, I give it a vicious tug. I'm burning so hot and the hunger in me is so fierce, I don't want to make love to Rob – I'm going to fuck him.

I slip the head of his stiff rod between my wet, swollen lips. I grit my teeth and cry out as I slide down his hard prick, taking him all the way inside of me. He's pressing against the deepest part of me, sending a wave of ecstasy through me.

My breath catches in my throat and I bite my bottom lip as I start to rock my hips, moving up and down on his hard rod. I reach up and grip the boat's railing for leverage. Holding on tight, I start to slam myself up and down on his cock, impaling myself hard and fast.

“Oh, Jesus Christ,” Rob gasps.

I give him a sultry smile as I continue fucking him. He reaches up and squeezes my breasts. He sits up and licks my nipples, and kneads my breasts as I ride him. I arch my back and continue grinding my hot pussy on his thick cock. I bounce up and down on him hard and fast. Our fucking feels like it's in the same rising and falling rhythm of the sea as the yacht passes over the waves on the open ocean.

I lean down and kiss Rob hard, forcing my tongue into his mouth. With our tongues swirling and dashing one another, I keep my hips moving, rising and falling, impaling myself on his thick rod. Rob's hands find my ass and he gives me a hard swat, the crack of flesh meeting flesh getting to my ears a split-second after I feel the sting of his smack.

“Yes, baby,” I moan. “Just like that, baby.”

He smacks me again and again, keeping time with the pace and rhythm I've set bouncing up and down on his thick rod. He squeezes my ass and cries out as I squeeze my muscles, tightening myself around his cock. Rob thrusts his hips, driving his cock into me at the same time I'm slamming myself down on him.

The explosion within me as our two bodies collide is intense and incredible. I literally see stars and feel lightheaded. Rob is deeper inside of me than he's ever been before and an orgasm comes crashing down hard over me. I completely lose my rhythm, stuttering and gasping as my body trembles and shakes. Tendrils of fire slide along my skin and my every nerve ending feels like a live wire.

The sensation is so amazing and feels so good that tears well in my eyes. As I ride out the waves of pleasure, tears of joy roll down my face.

Slowly, my breathing returns to normal and I come back to myself. I gasp and shake my head, basking in the most powerful orgasm I've ever experienced.

“That was amazing,” I moan.

I look down and see the need in Rob's eyes. He's gritting his teeth and is trying to hold back – I know he's going to come soon. I slide off his lap and pull him to his feet. He grabs my waist and starts to turn me around, but I quickly slap his hands away.

He gives me a small grin as I drop to my knees before him. With the sea air caressing my body and the silvery radiance of the moon above washing down over me, I grab Rob's stiff prick, squeezing it hard at the base and begin to jerk him off.

I swirl my tongue around the head of his rod, taking it into my mouth and tighten my lips around it, sucking and jerking him off. Rob's hands are in my hair and he's pulling on it, pumping his hips, and driving his dick into my mouth. He's so large, it doesn't take much for him to hit the back of my throat.

I put my hands on his stomach to keep him from fucking my mouth. I want to pleasure him. I bob my head up and down on his dick, working my hand in time with it. Rob's head is thrown back and he's calling my name.

“Fuck yes, baby,” he says. “You're going to make me come, baby.”

I tighten my grip on his cock and feel the fires ignite within the center of me. I suck him harder, jerk him faster, feeling his cock begin to pulse and knowing my goal is within reach. I use my other hand and give his balls a good squeeze at the same time I take his cock all the way into my mouth, sucking him in until I feel him hitting the back of my throat.

“Oh, God,” he calls out. “Harper, baby –”

He never finishes that thought because what comes out of his mouth next is a low, guttural growl. His cock throbs and pulses in my mouth and he grabs my hair, holding my head in place as he blows his load. His breathing is ragged and his face is flushed as he spurts his warm, sticky seed into my mouth.

I'm not prepared for how much spunk he shoots into my mouth and I can't keep it all in and rivulets of his hot come roll down my chin. He watches me with that hunger in his eyes as I manage to swallow down his whole load. I use my finger to wipe up the rest and lick my fingers clean, swallowing down all of him.

He stands me up and kisses me. “You are pretty amazing,” he says.

“You're not so bad yourself.”

He looks me in the eye and smiles. “I love you, Harper Wilkins.”

I place a soft kiss on his cheek and return his smile. “And I love you, Roberto Rossi.”

We lay down on the sunbathing bed and curl up together. The moonlight rains down over us and the sea air buffets our bodies. It's a perfect way to end a perfect day. It all feels so surreal that I still can't believe that this is my life.

I hold up my hand and watch the moonlight sparkling off of my ring. Everything I've ever wanted is mine for the taking.

And I have the most amazing man to share it all with.

THE END