39. Epilogue 1
Istand at the edge of the runway, my heart pounding with anticipation. This is the moment I’ve been dreaming about ever since I first sketched designs at the age of 10. Now, I am about to unveil my first collection to the world.
The first model struts out wearing my black lace teddy as the music starts. The crowd murmurs, cameras flashing. One by one, the models showcase my designs—delicate bralettes, seductive bodysuits, elegant chemises. Each piece is an extension of my vision, my passion.
With every outfit that makes its debut, it feels more and more real. This is actually happening. All the late nights sketching, choosing fabrics, sewing prototypes. All leading up to this.
Of course, I didn’t do it alone. Mary and Lil have been my rocks, supporting me every step of the way. And Elijah... I couldn’t have made it this far without him. He believed in me even when I doubted myself. His faith gave me the courage to pursue my dreams.
As the final model walks the catwalk in a stunning corset dress, I feel tears prick my eyes. The applause and cheers are deafening. I did it. My designs are out there now for the whole world to see.
I step out onto the runway, my heart bursting with joy as the crowd erupts into thunderous applause. This is the moment I’ve been waiting for. The moment that makes all the late nights and early mornings worth it. As I wave to the cheering audience, I’m overwhelmed with emotion. We did it. Each stunning piece sauntering down the catwalk brings my vision to life.
The models usher me forward, and I bow to a standing ovation, blinking back happy tears. This feels surreal, like a dream I don’t want to wake from. But then I see Elijah’s face filled with pride. This is real. I’ve achieved my dream.
Backstage is a flurry of congratulations and champagne toasts. Mary and Lil wrap me in a group hug, squealing their delight. Even Sebastian pulls me in for a quick squeeze.
Elijah waits for me with open arms, and I rush into his warm embrace.
He gives me a deep, passionate kiss.
“You were magnificent,” he says. “I’m so proud of you, my gem.”
We head to the after-party, where guests continue singing my praises. The editor of a renowned fashion magazine even stops to tell me she loved the collection. Elijah’s hand rests possessively on my lower back as we mingle, his touch igniting sparks along my skin. I’ve never felt more alive, more myself.
After some hours, the party finally winds down, and I’m exhausted. My feet ache from hours in those strappy heels, but it was worth it for this incredible night. As Elijah and I head out to his car, I lean against him, still riding the high of my successful runway debut.
“Ready to head home, my gem?” Elijah nuzzles my hair. I sigh. Home. Our home, now that I have officially moved in with him last week.
“Absolutely. I want to put my feet up and relax.”
The drive back to our home is quick, and soon, we’re walking through the front door of the apartment. I head straight for the master bathroom, eager to scrub off my makeup and change into something comfy.
Wearing one of Elijah’s shirts, my favorite pajamas, I pad barefoot into the living room. Elijah stands by the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the glittering city. Soft jazz music fills the room.
He turns when I enter, his eyes sweeping over me, and he takes my hand, pulling me close against him as we begin to sway to the soft music.
“Have I told you how stunning you looked tonight?” His voice is low and rough.
“Only about a hundred times.”
“Well, let me make it a hundred and one.” Elijah brushes his lips over mine. “You took my breath away up on that stage.”
My heart flutters at his words, and I slide my arms around his neck. “I’m so glad you were there. I don’t think I could’ve done it without you.”
Elijah kisses me deeply, his hands trailing down my back to grip my hips. I melt against him with a soft moan. We stay locked in the kiss for long moments before he pulls back enough to meet my gaze.
“We make one hell of a team, don’t we?”
“The very best.” I smile up at him.
His hands trail down to grip my backside. “Now, I believe some celebration is in order for my amazing woman and her sexy-as-hell lingerie line.”
I tilt my head, letting my hair fall to one side to expose my neck. “Oh? And what did you have in mind?”
“I think you know exactly what I have in mind, Mrs. Milton.”
“Well, it’s still Ms. Barron for now.”
“Mm, that’s easily remedied. Just say the word, and I’ll whisk you off to Vegas tonight. We could be married by morning.”
“Oh yeah?” I quirk an eyebrow. “And what makes you so sure I’d say yes?”
“You already wear my ring. There are no takebacks.”
“I can still say no.”
Elijah gives me that crooked grin that still makes my knees weak. “Should I prove it to you, Gemma Barron, soon-to-be Milton?”
I’m silenced as his mouth crashes onto mine.
“Well?”
I force myself to shrug nonchalantly, even as my insides clench. “I mean, it was an okay kiss.”
With a growl, Elijah captures me in another scorching kiss, backing me up until my legs hit the couch. I tumble onto the cushions, Elijah’s hard body pressing down on mine. His hands and mouth seem to be everywhere, teasing and caressing, until I’m writhing beneath him.
“How about now?” His lips brush my ear. “Have I proven it yet?”
I nod, breathless, unable to form words.
“I think that’s a yes.” His lips graze my throat.
With a breathy laugh, I tilt my head back. “Hmm, you drive a hard bargain, Mr. Milton.”
His hands skim up my waist, rucking up the oversized shirt I’m wearing. “I don’t hear you complaining, little gem.”
How does he still make me feel this way after all this time?
“I’m definitely not complaining.” I gasp as his fingers tease along my panties.
Elijah captures my lips in another searing kiss, his tongue tangling with mine.
“I love you.” Elijah’s dark eyes bore into mine.
“I love you too.”
Tonight and every night for the rest of our lives.