Epilogue
OLIVE
This is the second time I’m preparing for my wedding, but it’s so much better than the first that it doesn’t even compare. I wasn’t expecting Axel to propose to me, but the minute he did, I said yes.
Axel is sequestered in another room. I don’t want him to see me—that would be bad luck, and we don’t need any of that, especially considering how well everything has been going.
Lark isn’t hiding in my skirts like she once would have. She’s bigger than last time—almost five now. I kneel down and kiss her forehead. She’s my flower girl. The basket she’s holding is a little too big for her, but she’s proud to be carrying the white roses that we all agreed upon.
“Are you sure you don’t need help with that?” I ask, touching her nose playfully, already knowing the answer. The ol
