Epilogue
Of course I married him. How could I not when I loved him too? However, I held out until he took me to a real restaurant, on a fancy date, and popped the question with a ridiculously ostentatious diamond ring before I gave him a proper acceptance. I had to do something to keep him in line, or he’d walk all over me.
He was impatient and used to getting what he wanted, so he’d been annoyed when I made him wait six whole months for the ceremony. It took that long to plan, plus I’d always wanted to be a winter bride.
We married the week before Christmas and spent the holidays and our honeymoon in Aspen. My sisters were along, but had their own rooms. We locked ourselves in the honeymoon suite for a good part of that vacation, only emerging on Christmas and once more on New Year’s E
