EPILOGUE
CANNES
Next Year
The French Riviera was every inch as beautiful as I remembered it being, but twice as beautiful because of the reason we were here..
“So, how does it feel?” Maddox asked as we strolled hand in hand down the boardwalk.
“Like a fairy tale.”
“And yet it is your reality.”
“Still hard to believe. I mean, we’re in Cannes, and I still can’t believe the movie is in the Cannes Film Festival,” I said, gesturing to the glamorous coastal city surrounding us.
When I’d gotten the call that I was accepted into Cannes, I’d cried like a baby. I sat on the floor in the master bedroom and sobbed incoherently until Maddox threatened to take me to a hospital. When I’d told him the truth, he’d picked me up off of the floor and twirled me around until I was laughing instead of c
