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“I knew I was waiting for the one. I just didn’t know I’d have tobe a confidential informant to get here.” My smile swells as my eyes fill with happy tears. “I can’t wait to live life with you.”

He returns my smile, but his is smaller. And just to seal the deal properly, he kisses me again.

Because in the end, it’s not about the flowers, the music, or the food.

It’s about love and living our happily ever after.

And I found it with my King.

EPILOGUE

King

Nine months later

Ipull up to The Pink and throw my car in park. The place looks nothing like it did the day my wife snuck me in through the kitchen when we were still strangers.

In fact, when all is said and done, the only pink on the place will be the neon logo signage on the side of the building. It will be a throwback to the time when her father bought the place.

Other than that, nothing will be the same.

The new building is bigger, modern, and will be able to host multiple events at a time. Besides the grand ballroom, there are four rooftop patios to take in the view, and smaller banquet rooms for more intimate events.

Goldie said small weddings are in, and she wants to make sure everyone has access to beauty like The Pink, no matter the size of the event or the budget.

I fucking love my wife.

I grab the hardhat I keep in the car—because the woman of my dreams is a rule follower—and head to the entrance.

They’re installing the front doors today.

“Hey, Mr. Jennings.”

I put on the damn hardhat that’ll fuck up my hair like it does every time I stop by to check on the progress.

“You know, we’ve seen each other at least four times a week for the last seven months. How many times do I need to tell you to call me King?”

The superintendent shrugs. “Sorry. It’s a habit.”

I walk through the ten-foot glass doors that are framed in a modern black iron. “Have you seen my wife?”

He lifts his chin toward the back of the building. “She’s out back with Ollie.”

“So you’ll call Ollie by his first name but not me.”

“Sorry, sir.”

I walk through the sawdust and the noise of nail guns. There will be more crown molding in this place than The White House.

And it’ll be just that—white. Inside and out.

Goldie wants every event to have a clean backdrop and let the beauty of the surroundings shine.

Talk about beauty shining. When I turn the corner, I see my bride.

She stands in the same spot as she was the day I kissed her under the palm trees and tied her to me forever.

The best day of my life. And we haven’t had a normal day since. I’m not sure any amount of time will make life with Goldie feel normal. Because my life is exceptional.

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