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Epilogue

Zayn

Two years later...

“Don’t talk to me,” Agatha snarls, as she fixes her wedding dress for the sixth time.

“Oh, come on, Agatha. I told you how sudden it was,” I try to reason with her.

She whirls around to face me, a furious look on her face. “You fucking eloped!”

“You know I can’t say no to Eve.” I feel weak in the face of my friend’s fury.

“Oh, I’ll have a talk with Eve, all right,” Agatha says, darkly. “A long talk.” She stalks over to the dressing table. “I bet this was because I chose that horrid bridesmaid dress. This is her way of getting even with me.”

Yes.

She suddenly whirls around, pointing her mascara stick at me. “Is this because I insisted on planning your wedding?”

That also might have something to do with it!

“Of course not,” I lie. “Don’t be ridiculous. Eve’s not that petty.”

Oh, she definitely is.

And she is enjoying that I have to suffer for it.

“But you’re having a second ceremony?” Agatha asks suspiciously.

I tuck my hands in my pockets. “Well, her parents insist on it. So does Henrietta.”

The smirk that covers Agatha’s mouth as she replies has me narrowing my eyes. “Of course they did.”

“Do you have something to do with this?” I ask, frowning.

She blinks innocently, batting her eyelashes. “Of course not.”

“Both of you are insane,” I muttered. “God, I hope Mila takes after me.”

A knock on the door and Charlotte peeks in. “Is the fight over? Can we come in?”

“I won,” Agatha tells her cheerfully and Charlotte rolls her eyes.

“The ceremony’s starting in half hour. Stop picking fights with people. Zayn, get out. Your wife is looking for you. And get Sarah something to eat. She looks ready to bite Fergus’s head off.”

Escaping the hell hole, I wander towards the caterers and pocket a few appetizers to give to Fergus’s very pregnant wife.

“So, did she yell at you?”

The familiar voice makes me sigh and grin at the same time as I watch my wife sidle up to me. “You just did this to piss her off. You were going to have a proper ceremony anyway.”

Eve smirks, her dark hair put up in an artistic bun, a few tendrils escaping.

“Where’s Mila?” I ask, glancing around.

“Trying to convince Jake to put one of the frogs from the garden pond into his pants.”

I choke at that. “Is he going to do it?”

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