EPILOGUE
ANNA
As I watched Alejo and Emily dance for their first song, the scent of oranges filling the warm, summer air, I wondered how I'd gotten so lucky.
"Alejo looks like he's about to faint," Rowan whispered in my ear. "Apparently Emily had to drag him to dance lessons and somehow his dancing skills only got worse after that."
"He's doing fine," I whispered back. If I noticed Emily wincing when he stepped on her feet, I wasn't about to point it out.
The day after Rowan and I had gotten back together, he'd gone a little crazy. He somehow managed to stop the final sale of the farm—at least with his original buyer. He'd then returned to my house with an envelope of documents without so much as a "hello, do you want to buy my farm?" before setting them down in front of me.
We'd neg
