EPILOGUE
I STOOD ON the back deck and watched the morning sunrise. For the last month, I’d woken with butterflies in my stomach each day before the builders arrived. They’d got behind on everything from plastering the walls to re-fitting the bathrooms, but yesterday they’d packed up their tools for the final time. And no sooner had their van disappeared off down the drive, Nica and Jewel, two frightfully efficient ladies recommended by Scott, arrived.
And today, I didn’t have butterflies any more. No, they’d turned into pterodactyls instead, because today was my wedding day.
“Tell me again why we thought having the wedding at home was a good idea?” Connor slunk up beside me. As the orange glow rose over the horizon, men were already hard at work, hauling chairs around and putting togeth
