Epilogue
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Six months later...
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I don't know, but does this make my father and his friends the sneakiest, one-sided matchmakers—because I was the half of the party that didn't know anything—in history? I think so.
And now here I am in my wedding dress, missing my mom more than anything, but somehow knowing she's smiling down on me.
This was all she wanted from me. When I was six years old and Cedar said no to my marriage proposal, breaking our foursome, my mom hugged me tightly and told me it's okay.
If they were meant to be mine, they'd come back to me.
She also told me some boys were just not smart enough to know what's best for them. "Like Cedar," I'd sobbed.
"You were right, Mom," I whisper.
I smile at the sight of my father, ready to walk me down the aisle where my three grooms are waiting for me.
This is the first day of the best life I'm ever going to have.
Also, they're going to keep me in the cabin until they get me pregnant; then we'll raise our family in a less secluded area. I can't wait for them to put a baby in me.