Epilogue - Emma
Planning a wedding in two months is no small task, even if the wedding is taking place at our cabin, and even when the reception is taking place at Berelli’s Gourmet in the Cove. For two months—from Christmas until Valentine’s Day—my life is consumed with invitations and dresses and details, details. I’m busy, but I can’t say I don’t enjoy it. Because every day I collapse into bed exhausted from all the planning, I know I’m one day closer to becoming Emma O’Connor, to becoming my man’s wife.
“Do we really need to send all the Satan’s Martyrs individual invitations?” Judge asks one night, when we’re lying in bed, naked and sweating, in the cabin.
I turn over and glare at him playfully. “Of course we do,” I tell him. “We’re doing this properly.”
He holds his hands up, smi
