Epilogue
Flint
I stand out back of the diner, which Sheila and Nancy have decorated in the most adorable summery way.
The floral arch above me smells incredible as I watch Petula's sister, Joelle, walk down the aisle in her maid of honor dress.
When she reaches me and gets in position, the bridal procession starts.
Our family and friends stand, turning to see my beautiful bride step out from behind the trees.
Emotion catches in my throat as I watch my curvy love walk slowly down the aisle, grinning at me with her eyes glistening. She's wearing a flowing white dress that hugs her curves perfectly; her auburn hair cascades over her shoulders in soft waves. I've seen no one so beautiful in my entire life.
When she reaches me, we clasp hands, and I whisper, "Are you ready?"
"For the rest of my life, I am ready," Petula says.
The officiant begins the ceremony, but I barely hear the words. I'm too busy staring at the woman in front of me, the woman who crashed into my driveway in a snowstorm and turned my entire world upside down.
Who would have thought a runaway bride from Vegas would end up being the love of my life?
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