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I chuckle, my heart swelling at how much she cares for others.

The ceremony is beautiful—filled with heartfelt vows, soft laughter, and the kind of love that makes forever feel easy.

And for the first time in a long time, I think—maybe I could have this, too.

At the reception, Sophie and I weave through the crowd until we find Ethan and Riley.

The newlyweds are glowing, their hands intertwined, looking like they just stepped out of a storybook romance.

“We just wanted to say congratulations,” Sophie says, smiling.

Ethan shakes his head, looking between the two of us. “No—thank you.” He gestures to the decorated reception area and the setup Sophie worked so hard to perfect. “This wedding wouldn’t have been possible without you.”

Riley nods, squeezing Sophie’s hand. “Everything was perfect.”

Sophie blushes, waving them off. “You’re just saying that because you’re officially married now.”

“I mean it,” Ethan says, serious now. “You did all of this. You made it happen.” He glances at me, a smirk playing on his lips. “And you somehow roped a prince into helping.”

I roll my eyes, shaking my head. “I was just the extra set of hands.”

Ethan grins. “Sure you were, Your Highness.”

Sophie laughs, and the sound settles something in me.

A little while later, as the reception picks up, I turn to Sophie and offer my hand.

“Dance with me?”

She hesitates for only a second before slipping her fingers into mine. “Okay.”

I lead her to the dance floor, pulling her in close, one hand resting on the small of her back, the other laced with hers.

We sway to the music, the laughter and conversation fading into background noise.

Then, quietly, I say, “The King and Queen are dying to meet you.”

She glances up, eyebrows raised. “They are?”

I nod, searching her face. “What do you think about visiting the castle?”

For a moment, she looks at me, her breath hitching. And I feel even more anxious awaiting her response while we dance.

Then—she pulls me in for a kiss.

Soft. Sweet. Right.

When she finally leans back, she smiles.

“I’d love to.”

EPILOGUE

SOPHIE

Istill can’t believe this is happening.

A month ago, Graham and I were just figuring ourselves out—navigating the shift from stolen moments to something real. And now? Now, I’m stepping into a whole different world.

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