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“Wes asked me to marry him!” I squealed.

“AH! I’m so happy for you! Holy shit, look at that ring. It’s gorgeous, Anna.”

“Thank you. Okay. I have to go now. I need to get back to my fiancé. I’ll talk to you later. Love you.”

“Love you too, baby doll.”

“When we get back to New York, I want you to move in with me permanently.”

“Is that a command, Mr. Carter? Or a request?”

“It’s a command, and I’m not taking no for an answer.”

“Good. Because I love your commands.” I grinned as I leaned over and kissed him.

Paris was amazing,and we were now back to the land of reality. With Franco’s help, I moved all my things out of his apartment and over to Wes’ penthouse, now my new permanent home.

“I want to show you something,” Franco said as he grabbed his sketchbook. “I’ve been working on a design for your wedding dress. Tell me what you think.”

I took the sketch from his hand and studied the drawing.

“Franco, it’s beautiful. Oh my God, I love it.”

“Do you like the style? I wanted to do something different than your last one. This one is going to be even more spectacular.”

“I love it. It’s perfect.” I gave him a smile.

“Good. I’m glad the two of you already set the date, so now I know what kind of timeframe I’m working with. By the way, have you told your father?”

“No.” I looked away and went into the kitchen for a cup of coffee. “And I’m not. He’s not a part of my life, and he doesn’t need to know, which brings me to this. I would be honored if you would walk me down the aisle.”

He brought his hand up to his mouth, and I could see a hint of tears filling his eyes.

“I would be so honored to walk you down the aisle. You are my best friend in the whole world.”

“Stop!” I waved my hands in front of my face as the tears swelled. I gave him a hug and thanked him.

Chapter Thirty

THREE MONTHS LATER

Anna

Happy wasn’t a word that could describe how I felt inside. My life was finally perfect—the kind of perfection I’d always dreamed of. Something I never thought I’d have or experience. I was sitting on the couch, going over some orders for the shop, when I heard the elevator ding, and Wes stepped out.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He smiled as he walked over to me and kissed my lips.

“Hi. How was your day?”

“Exhausting. If anything could go wrong, it did.”

He walked over to the bar and poured himself a scotch.

“Do you want one?” he asked.

“No. I’m good.” I smiled.

He downed his drink and poured another one.

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