Chapter 12 Tessa
Tessa
Two years later, we became husband and wife.
Our ceremony took place at the Griffin Observatory at sunrise, right underneath the Hollywood sign.
It was a small ceremony—just our family and closest friends there, as I said I do to the love of my life.
To the ginger man who’d given up everything for me.
The man I loved more than anything on the planet.
Because he was all mine, forever.
“I love you, Hollywood,” Oliver whispered in my ear as the first rays of the sun started to erupt in the sky.
“I love you, too,” I answered. “For better or for worse.”
“That’s right, wife.” He lifted me up into his arms. “I’m not going anywhere, baby. For the rest of our lives, you’re stuck with me.”
I cupped his cheeks and kissed him, softly. “You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.”
“Thank fuck for that.”
Thank God, indeed.
Because it was the reason we were here. The reason a ring was on my finger. The reason I was Tessa Harper-Graham. Even if my legal stage name would still stay Tessa Harper. Because I fell in love with the best man I could imagine.
My friend.
My tall, ginger haired, nerdy computer engineer husband.
All mine.
Forever.
I smiled. “What’s next?”
He kissed me again. “Now, we’re gonna go get you an Emmy.”
I laughed, wondering if this feeling of happiness would ever lessen. If I’d ever stop feeling happier than I’d ever been.
I didn’t think so.
Famous or not, I was all his.
And he was famously mine.