Epilogue
Juno
I’m so giddy with excitement I’m worried I’ll pee my pants.
It’s not just the fact that I’m about to officially become a University of Florida alum. Or that my whole loving family is here for my graduation.
No. The main source of my glee is the man giving away the diplomas up on the stage.
The man who flew said family here on his private jet.
Lucius.
My real, official boyfriend who was asked by the university to perform this honor because he’s become a celebrity here in Gainesville due to—among other things—all the jobs the recently finished Novus Rome has created.
Ruefully, I glance down at my outfit—a shapeless black gown.
Not my best. Not when I much prefer wearing sundresses when I see him, with sandals that accentuate my feet—because I know the latter drive him
