Epilogue
“Bailey!”the reporter shouted on the red carpet of our movie premiere. “The critics are already raving and singing both your praises for your roles in this movie. There’s chatter about you two dominating this upcoming award season. How do you feel about that?”
For the past hour, I was tortured into walking the red carpet. I usually avoided this part, but Bailey was adamant about me escorting her versus waiting for her in the theater like I planned to.
“There’s also talk that you guys have been engaged for the last year since you wrapped up Say You Love Me. Is that true?”
We locked eyes, grinning.
Bailey grabbed my hand. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
With that, she turned, and I followed suit.
“They’re going to have a field day with your response.”
“Eh,” she muttered. “I’m not too concerned about it.”
A lot had changed in the last year, but our love for each other only grew stronger. For the most part, we spent these last twelve months making up for lost time. We spent most of our days in Oak Island, where there wasn’t press and paparazzi hounding us at all hours.
It was nice to escape and live what could only be described as a semi-normal life. We were still recognized everywhere we went, but since it was a small beach town, people were respectful. Not to mention, Bailey’s family was well known in the area. She was used to being talked about.
I was right about her family. They truly were amazing people, and slowly but surely, I think I was winning her grandpa and uncle Luke over. However, the women in her family loved me, which wasn’t a surprise. Women usually did.
Now as far as us being engaged, I guess you could say in our minds, we were already committed to one another in a marriage kind of way, so I was simply waiting for the perfect time to pop the real question. In the meantime, we continued to play house, and I’d be lying if I said I couldn’t see her take my last name.
Her family stepped up and became a significant part of my life. One that replaced my own family’s love. My mom did reach out to me more than she ever had before, so maybe with time, I could let her into my life. For now, I was good with where we were at. My old man, on the other hand, he could fuck himself.
All in all, life couldn’t be better, and I owed it all to…
Bailey Pierce-McGraw.
Soon-to-be Mrs. Aires.
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