Olivia Epilogue
“There is no way we can go back to the party.”
I turn from the mirror to face Carter. “Why not?”
“Well, for one, your hair is down now and it was up before.” He frowns.
“It still looks fine.”
“Two. That dress is all crumpled. Any idiot would know why.”
I smile. “Are you ashamed of people thinking we snuck off to have sex?”
His gaze meets mine. “Ashamed? Of being with you? Fuck no! I want to yell from the rooftops that Olivia May Wexworth is going to be my wife.”
I lean over and kiss him. “Then let’s go start the rumors.”
Carter’s eyebrows almost hit his hairline. “We’re going back in there? Looking like we fucked each other stupid?”
“Definitely.”
“You’re not worried someone will snap a pic? That we’ll end up in the paper?”
I grin and grab his hand, tug him with me out of the bathroom. “Nope. In fact, I hope they do. It’ll save Mother sending out announcements.”
For the second time in my life, I don’t care what anyone says or thinks. All that matters is being with Carter. Spending the rest of my life with him.
Building the family I always dreamed of.
We reach the ballroom and I spin around, plant both hands on his chest and stand on my toes.
“Carter James Boyd, I love you with all my heart and I don’t care who knows it.”
“That’s good because I feel the same way about you.” He smiles. “Now kiss me.”
And with a ballroom full of Australia’s social elite behind me, I kiss him in a way guaranteed to get our photograph in the Sunday paper.