Chapter Twenty-Four
Rian
One year later...
She glided down the aisle toward me in a puffed pile of white, her dark hair flowing almost to her waist, the gentle waves of silken locks brushing across her chest. Beading covered the bodice of her dress, and they glinted in the overhead sun shining down on my angel, my forever girl, the love of my life.
The wedding march I’d once considered cheesy as f**k brought a goddamn smile to my face to rival the rays of the sun.
Luna was stunning, and she’d agreed to be mine for our lifetime. Little Miss Independent also allowed me to help her with college tuition, and she’d finished up her first year earlier that spring.
I’d never been so f*****g proud as when she’d squealed over acing all of her classes—her, an ex-con who never finished hig
