EPILOGUE
Jenna was standing in the middle of her chambers feeling like the luckiest woman on earth. She was surrounded by her best friend, Ashley, her sister-in-law to be, Irene, along with Lena and Helene. She felt a special bond with all of these women and looked forward to a lifetime of their friendship.
“You look amazing,” Ashley observed. “Irene, you did an amazing job on this gown.”
“Well, I didn’t mean to presume anything, but I knew ye’d be back to marry me brother and so I started work on it right away. Do ye like it, Jenna?”
“Irene, it’s perfect. I’m in awe. To think you made this just for me and in just a few short weeks. It’s unbelievable,” Jenna gushed as she ran her hands over the beautiful golden gown she was wearing.
“’Twas my pleasure. I know we didn’t start off on the best of terms, but I want ye to know that yer me sister now.”
Jenna was touched by Irene’s admission. She reached a hand out to grab Irene’s and pulled her in for a hug. “I’m so very happy.” Tears threatened to spill and she got herself under control. She didn’t want Cormac to see her with red puffy eyes, even if they were happy tears.
“Are we all ready then?” Helene asked.
Jenna nodded and Helene opened the door, leading the procession of women as they made their way down the stone steps and into the Great Hall, which was filled to the brim with the MacKenzie clan and their neighbors.
Dylan and Chester were waiting nearby. He gave her the thumbs up as she passed.
In the midst of it all stood a very handsome Cormac MacBayne.
The sight of him took her breath away, just as he always did.
Jenna glided across the room and straight into his arms. The other women went to stand with their respective partners as Cormac led Jenna to stand in front of the priest who had arrived especially for their ceremony.
They stood hand in hand and listened intently as the priest spoke.
They exchanged their vows and Cormac presented her with a beautiful amethyst ring.
The band was adorned with thistle leaves and the stone itself was set to resemble a thistle flower.
As he slipped it on her finger, he whispered in her ear, “’Yer my beautiful thistle, Jenna. I’ll love ye forever and ever.”