Epilogue
Six Months Later
Dexter
A year ago, I would have thought the idea of Daniels the thought that Vogue might be featuring me was just surreal.
“We should get married while she’s here,” I said.
“If that’s what you want,” Dexter said. “But we can get her a plane ticket over anytime. And your parents.”
“I just want it low key. Like, you and me and, you know, your gang—”
“That better include me,” Stella said.
“You’re in the gang,” Beck said as he placed a kiss on Stella’s head.
“I don’t care how we do it as long as I get to marry you,” Dexter said.
“Bethany has said she wants to be a bridesmaid,” Gabriel said. “I’m warning you because she’s probably going to ask you. Don’t worry, I’ll be the one to shatter my four-year-old’s dreams. I seem to do it on a daily basis at the moment, so I’m well practiced.”
“Bethany’s part of the gang,” I said. “We can pick out a pretty dress and a posy,” I said. “It will be nice.”
I glanced up at Dexter to check he didn’t mind but he was just beaming at me.
“So, we’ll go to the Knightsbridge courthouse?” I suggested. “We’ll pick a Saturday and just have a casual supper back here?”
Dexter grinned at me. “You’re wonderful,” he said.
“What did I do?” I asked. Dexter seemed to find the wonderful in everything I did, and I was still getting used to being someone’s priority.
I felt constantly spoiled by him—not just materially, but simply by getting to share my life with a man as special as Dexter.
Married or not, it didn’t matter. He was the man who saw the light in everything, including me.
There was no one else I wanted to spend forever with.
Keep reading for Gabriel’s story in Mr. Smithfield.