Epilogue
Morgan
I stared up at the twinkling lights from the banquet hall at the Overton where Steph and Thomas had just said their vows. Patrick pulled me closer as we danced in the center of the room to a song that Steph had written. It was special. She’d written the wedding song just for Thomas. I already loved it.
And this place and the vibe and everything about it.
The wedding had been perfect. Me in my gold sequined dress, and Patrick in a tuxedo that I wanted to rip off him. Steph and Thomas had written their own vows, and a friend had played piano. Now, we were all happily getting drunk on the kegs they’d procured from a local microbrewery in town and waiting for the clock to strike midnight.
The room was full of local friends and family. Only a few people had come in fr
