Epilogue
LUCA
SIX MONTHS LATER
“That was the day I asked you to stay,” I say, catching Jemma eyeing the photo on my mantle—the one of us from Christmas last year.
“You framed it,” she squeals.
“Of course. It was the first thing I did when you left,” I reply, crossing the room to meet her.
“Aww,” she coos, a soft smile dancing along her lips.
Jemma left shortly after the new year, so she could pack up her apartment, visit her dad, and apply for her long-stay visa.
We’re still working out all the details, so we can ensure she’ll be here for the long haul, but I’ve got things covered.
I reach into the pocket of my jacket, feeling the unmistakable shape of a ring pressing against the fabric.
When you know, you know—right?
“I’m so excited to finally be back,” she declares, twirling over to the window, the sunlight catching her honey blonde hair. “I’ve missed this place so much. It’s a shame we have to move.” She pouts.
Oh, remember that woman I was talking to at my boss’s Christmas party right before Jemma stormed in?
Well, she’s the head of human resources.
I was asking her about taking a sabbatical.
After everything that happened with Jemma and Foster & Sons, I knew I couldn’t do my job anymore.
Which also means, this apartment is unaffordable now. But honestly, that’s okay.
Jemma and I can find something that feels right for us—something to mark the start of our life together.
You won’t believe this, but her first blog post exploded into something beyond our wildest expectations. Instead of the travel blog I was encouraging, she wrote about us. It spiraled into a book deal, and Just My Merry Luck is set to come out next Christmas.
Fate is sneaky, isn’t it?
Everything truly does happen for a reason.
The End