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“Aren’t the guards going to see you?”

“Hopefully not. Raisa said they would be briefly looking the other way.”

“She helped you?”

“She did. She understands how I feel about you.”

I lean across the car and take her face in my hands. “I can’t wait to see you again, little butterfly. I will miss you ever second of every day.”

“I love you,” she whispers against my lips.

“I love you.”

Without another word she climbs out of the car, her radiant smile fills my heart with joy. Then she’s gone. Running down the road towards her brothers' place.

I wait, holding my breath, worried.

Time moves slowly until finally, my phone buzzes.

Ruslana: I’m safely in my room. No one saw me.

I reply, then start my car and head home, deep in thought about how I can convince her brothers that what we feel about each other is real.

Epilogue - Ruslana

It’s been four months and things are still a little tense between my brothers and Avraam, but I know that eventually things will work out how they are meant to work out.

I stand in front of the long mirror, looking at my dress. Turning to the side and then to the other side.

I don’t feel right.

Sighing, I brush my hands over the beautiful fabric. It’s not the dress that’s bothering me.

Avraam walks into the room and comes to stand behind me. He wraps his arms around my waist. “You look as beautiful as ever,” he says tracing kisses over my neck and across my shoulder.

I bite my lips, tense and agitated.

“Hey, it’s going to be fine,” he says, and I shoot him aare-you-sure-about-thatlook in the mirror.

He laughs, turning me in his arms so that he looks directly at my face.

“It is going to be fine,” he says with so much assurance that I can almost believe him.

“It’s the first time you’re ever coming to our family dinner though. You’ll meet everyone. All of my brothers will be there at the same time and I’m freaking nervous.”

He grins at me, holding my jaw in his hand. “Butterfly—I love you—that’s all that matters. If things don’t go well today—we will try again and again until your family accepts us.”

“Do you promise?” I ask tensely.

Avraam leans down and takes my hand in his, lifting the gorgeous diamond ring so that it’s right in front of my face.

“What is this?” he asks.

“It’s a ring,” I smirk.

“And what does this ringmean?” he shakes his head, knowing I’m being difficult.

“It means we’re married.”

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