Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 85135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
He nods. “That sounds nice. But I don’t want to wait. I’ve spent a huge chunk of this life not being married to you, and that feels wrong somehow. I need to spend the rest of my days being your husband.”
My stomach swoops up, up, up. Beau Cove is going to be my husband.
EPILOGUE
Beau
A few days later
We walk into the lobby of the Dorchester and about twenty-five people do a double take.
Yes, ladies and gentleman, it’s Vivian Cross, I think to myself. It makes me smile that she’s not hiding anymore. Vivian isn’t wearing a cap or sunglasses and instead of her athleisurewear, she’s in jeans and a Taylor Swift t-shirt.
But I think it’s the ring on her left ring finger that really makes her outfit.
She looks hot AF.
We have security with us—that’s something I’m going to have to get used to, but I have no doubt I will. There’s no other option. I want Vivian, and I want Vivian to be safe.
A young girl rushes up to us. “Vivian! Can I have a selfie?”
Vivian smiles and I take the girl’s phone. I have a feeling I’m going to get used to a lot of different camera phones in the next few months.
“Smile!” I say and I press the shutter. “And again.” I have a quick check and both photos are gorgeous. The first time I took the photos, Vivian asked me if I minded. How could I mind? People love Vivian, and I’m proud to take her photo along with her fans. She’s amazing, and I’m so pleased it’s not just me who sees it.
“Thank you so much,” the girl says, not looking at me at all. Her attention is all focused on Vivian. A couple of other people have gathered and one of the two security guards with us has moved in closer to Vivian.
“I love your t-shirt,” one of them says. “I love Taylor. But I love you more.”
“I love Taylor too,” Vivian replies. “She’s such an inspiration to me.”
“I love ‘London Love Letter’,” another girl says. “I think it’s my favorite. Although I do like all your songs. Especially ‘When the Weather Fades’ and ‘The Future’s Here’.”
I make a mental note to listen to more of Vivian’s music. I’ve never heard of “The Future’s Here”, but it sounds like a good one.
“I can’t wait for you to play Wembley,” another one says. “You’ll totally slay.”
“Thanks girls,” Vivian says. “I appreciate it.”
“Oh, please can you sign my phone case?” one of them asks.
“Sure.” Vivian pulls a Sharpie from her back pocket. Now I know why she put that there this morning. We’ve been stopped twice already today, and both times she’s been asked for selfies, details about the album and her signature on random accessories.
“I like your necklace,” the first girl who approached says. “Is that a leaf like the ring you wear?” Her fans seem to know everything about her, from the coffee she likes to drink to the mascara she uses.
“A sycamore seed.” Vivian holds out the pendant for them to see. “It’s pretty, right?”
My mum sent it from Norfolk. It’s exactly the same as the one Vivian bought for her, Sutton, Madison and Kate. It arrived this morning—a welcome to the family, she said. Vivian cried.
“OMG,” one of the girls gasps and I can’t tell which one. “Do you have a new engagement ring?” Teenage heads swivel to me and then back to Vivian’s left hand, which is holding her necklace.
I lock eyes with Vivian, and she’s beaming.
“I do,” Vivian says.
We’re just back from buying the ring from a jeweler on Bond Street, a friend of Vincent’s. As soon as Vivian saw it, she lit up and I knew it was the one. I decided at that moment, that I want to make Vivian light up as much as I can. That’s what I’m here to do. As much as I hate to admit it, Dax was right—I’ve been searching for connection my entire life. And now I’ve found it.
“We love you, Beau!” The girl says, and Vivian moves toward me, bringing the crowd of teens with her.
“Gotta go, girls,” Vivian says, and I scoop up her hand. “We have a wedding to plan!”
Vivian gives the signal to her security guy that she wants to move on—a quick touch of her earlobe—and he steps in and guides us away from the crowd and toward the lifts.
“Not just a wedding,” I say as the lift doors close. “We’ve got a life to plan. We gotta decide where we’re going to live.”
“You need to decide what you’re going to do for work.”
That doesn’t seem as daunting to me anymore. I’m no longer looking for a calling or a purpose, because I’ve found it. And I’m not looking to find the next adventure or experience. I don’t need that anymore. I just need Vivian. She is—we are—the adventure of a lifetime.