Epilogue
In spite of the difference in their ages, Micajah and Dante made a cute couple. And now they were getting married…
I’d been working with Dante since he’d moved in with my friend, and it had been a pleasure, as I’d been certain it would be from the very first time I’d heard him speak. However, I wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be interested in recording for me. He’d made a name for himself as a voice actor and was in high demand; I knew his fees would soon be more than a humble college professor could afford.
“Humble my ass.” Micajah snorted, and Dante poked his shoulder. “Hey.”
“I shall always be willing to work with Professor Rossi,” Dante said in a snooty tone, and he tipped his nose in the air in a manner that would have done justice to the Royal Family.
“For free?” I ask
