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He hadn’t even officially proposed.

I didn’t have a ring.

We hadn’t discussed a date.

Heck, I didn’t even know if any of The Pink would be mine, let alone all of it.

But here we are, on the white sand of Biscayne Bay on one of the most beautiful stretches of beach in Miami.

It’s mine.

Completely and wholly.

It might be in ruins, but it’s mine. The Pink, as everyone knows it, is gone.

When Micah told Evie how I might lose my inheritance, she made a call. Her family is one of the wealthiest in Miami and owns one of the most influential corporations in this part of the country. Not only that, they are extremely philanthropic.

Evie’s brother, Andrew, is a corporate attorney. He made more calls, and I was lawyered up in no time. Once the federal agents did what they needed to do, all it took was a few meetings, a judge, and five million signatures.

It was done.

There is nothing to salvage but the parking lot and the land. I have a long road ahead of me. It’s daunting, and I have no idea how long it will take, but it’s mine.

The Pink will never be what it once was, but it will rise again. And it will be better than ever.

Our wedding party is made up of Laken, Willa, my mom, Brax, Micah, and Rocco. Our guests barely outnumber the rest of us. Tim, his family, and Trippy sit in the front rows.

Cole, his wife, Bella, and Ozzy and his wife, Liyah, made the trip. They even brought their kids who have been great and aren’t sticky at all.

I guess we’ll see later at the reception when they dig into the cake.

Mr. Elrod is here too. When I told him I was getting married and moving out, he wore me down. He might’ve invited himself, but he seems as happy for me as he can be, so I agreed to his self-prompted invitation.

That’s it.

With the Atlantic to my right and the charred rubble of The Pink to my left, all I see are the bright blue eyes focused on me.

King is wearing another black tux, but this one is custom. It’s classic and fits every inch of his beautiful body. One of his dark wavy locks has fallen to his forehead in the breeze.

There’s nothing for me to manage today. I’m immersed in the moment.

King’s intense blues focus on me when his hands claim my face. It’s a touch I’m familiar with and obsessed with at this point.

Masculine, strong, and a bit rough.

I love his touch as much as I love him.

King takes a step and presses his body to mine before our lips meet.

My life took a sharp left turn the day I met Kingston Jennings. He lied to me before he exposed his true identity, and in the process, put me on a trajectory I never thought possible.

Today is a different turn.

A right one.

Our kiss lingers as our closest family and friends offer a small chorus of claps and whoops, but it doesn’t deter us from the moment. King tips his forehead to mine and looks into my eyes as his calloused thumb brushes my cheek.

“You were worth the wait, baby. I’d do it all over again to be right here.”

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