Epilogue
EPILOGUE
M aeve
We were able to raise enough money to get supplies for the kitchen for many months. Plus, we could cover new clothing and necessities for a lot of people. While Ezra and Noah are building us a permanent place, we’re renting a basement in one of the skyscrapers nearby. It has two levels and enough space for our needs. For now.
As Ezra promised, he really made it his mission to make all my dreams come true. I’ve got a whole floor in the building, where his office is, to myself and my new little company called The Wrong Measures.
Creating dresses and selling them for charity has become my baby. Turns out, Ezra was right. As he usually is. At first, I was overwhelmed with the idea of following my secret dream and making clothes by myself. Scared that people wouldn’t want to buy it. But having King’s name and a sexy husband from the Forbes list always looking at me with hungry eyes seem to be the best marketing. People line up at the door when the new collection drops.
That gala seemed to change the society for the better. People participate more and more in good causes, they part ways with their money easier and with a smile. I’ve got quite a few of them volunteering in the kitchen. Doing good makes people feel good. And if they can buy this feeling, who am I to judge?
Jeff has been performing ever since that gala. His schedule is booked for the next two years. When he became famous and wealthy again, he didn’t forget where he was before and decided to accept my invitation to become my cofounder at the foundation. It’s blooming, and we’re changing people’s lives. All because of Ezra.
We’re lying down on our favorite couch, watching the fifth season of Supernatural . He’s been complaining every single episode and threatening to not come back, but he’s always here, with his head on my lap or vice versa. I like to run my hand through his hair, making it as wild as possible. He likes it too. I can tell by the slight shudders of his body when I rake my nails over his skin.
“Do you want to make Thanksgiving dinner here?” he asks in a sleepy voice. It’s past midnight, and we probably should go to bed. Ezra has a board meeting tomorrow where he and Noah will be announcing new rules.
“Here?” I glance back at the living room, imagining all the people here. We don’t have many of them over at the same time, so maybe it’s time.
“Yeah. We can invite Martin with his flavor of the month. George with his wife. Jeff with his new girlfriend.” He pauses for a moment, mesmerized by the ghosts on the screen. “Noah and Bea.”
Noah and Bea? I sigh, remembering the last time I saw them in one room. That’s another story altogether.
“Yeah,” I reply, wincing. “That’d be something to see.”