Epilogue
Ella
One year later…
From what I’d been told, I was supposed to be a bundle of nerves on my wedding day, but I’d never been so calm. I walked with Daddy’s arm linked with mine and the most handsome man in the world looking at me by the altar, waiting for me.
Tyrell told me once he’d wait for me for as long as it took, and he hadn’t lied. The guy stayed true to his word, even when I whined about getting to the good stuff already; he kept his pledge.
Tyrell Gentry was marrying his naughty little virgin, as he dubbed me not long after we began seeing each other. Six months after our first official date—the one to the art museum—he proposed and gave me a giant rock of an engagement ring. We set a wedding date for six months after that.
My fiancé wore dark blue Wranglers, black c
