Epilogue
Levi
One year later
Lucy stood in front of me. We were standing outside of Firehouse Café on a chilly, early autumn evening. We had just arrived at a surprise party planned by Amelia, Susannah, and Maisie. All of this planning had taken place behind Lucy’s back.
We’d gotten married the day before. Lucy’s blonde hair was piled up in a messy knot, the wind blowing it wild. She had absolutely, positively refused to plan a wedding, so we’d eloped.
Well, I didn’t know if it was technically eloping when we told everyone we were doing just that. I loved Lucy, so much that I still wondered how I’d ever lived without her. But trying to get to the actual marrying part hadn’t been easy. She’d dragged her feet every step of the way. She didn’t want a ceremony, and she refused to we
