Bonus Epilogue
The spring sun beamed down on the rolling hills just beyond Blossom Springs, casting dappled light through the grove of live oak trees that stood watch over the clearing. Beneath their canopy, white folding chairs formed perfect rows, decorated with soft bundles of lilacs, lavender, and wildflowers, all freshly picked from Izzy’s own garden. The air smelled like sunshine and blossoms, and the gentle breeze stirred the chiffon ribbons tied to every chair back.
Izzy stood behind a floral arch at the edge of the field, hidden from view but able to see the guests gathering. Her heart thudded with excitement, not fear, not nerves. Just joy. Pure, overwhelming joy.