Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 65156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Everything after that happens in a blur. Anya is working on my hair, Hartford is doing my makeup, and Millie is running around with champagne, filling everyone’s glasses. Callum’s mom can’t stop talking about how she knew he’d find love, and Willow keeps holding up different pairs of shoes for me to choose from. Felicity is fussing over August, trying to get him into the cutest little suit I’ve ever seen.
It all feels like a whirlwind, like I’m spinning in a dream I don’t want to wake up from. But when I stand in front of the mirror, wearing an actual wedding dress, the reality hits me. This is real. I’m getting married again. I’m filled with excitement, but also a pang of sadness. My father should be here, walking me down the aisle.
“You look stunning,” Millie says softly, smiling at me through the mirror.
“A beautiful bride, ready for the beautiful life ahead,” Callum’s mom adds, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue.
Hartford comes over, tears in her eyes, and squeezes my hand. “I’ve never seen someone get ready so fast for a wedding and still look like a princess. I’m thrilled for you, Violet. You and Callum… this is right.”
Anya steps closer, a soft smile on her face. “I knew this dress would be perfect for you. You’re the perfect woman for my brother. I’ve never seen him so happy, and that’s all because of you. He’s going to make you just as happy, I know it.”
Before I can respond, Tripp’s voice booms from the other side of the door. “Ladies, don’t keep the guys waiting!”
Millie rolls her eyes, laughing. “What a goofball,” she mutters, but the love in her eyes is clear.
As we step out of the room, Tripp is waiting, his arm slung around Millie’s shoulders. “Great, the car is waiting,” he says, leading us toward the door.
“The car?” I ask, confused.
“One more surprise,” Anya says with a grin.
Outside, a large party bus is waiting for us. We all pile in, the excitement in the air contagious as the girls laugh and talk. But my mind is elsewhere. I keep thinking of Callum, of how much planning he must have done, how much love he’s poured into this day.
When the bus stops and I step outside, I gasp. We’re at the ranch—our ranch. Tears fill my eyes as I take it all in. There are chairs set up in front of the barn, flowers everywhere. The barn doors are draped in lights and wildflowers, and the whole scene looks like something out of a fairytale. My fairytale.
“Callum did all this?” I ask Anya, overwhelmed by the beauty of it all.
“With a little Atwood family help,” she says, smiling.
As we step closer, I see Callum walking out of the barn, and I can’t stop the smile that spreads across my face. He’s done it—he’s given me my dream wedding, right here on the land I love, the place that means everything to me. And he’s done it with all the love in his heart.
Suddenly, Joey steps up beside me, dressed in his best shirt and cowboy hat, looking like he’s ready for the occasion. “I’d be honored to give you away,” he says, his voice soft but steady.
Tears pool in my eyes, and I loop my arm through his. “I’d love that, Joey,” I whisper, my voice thick with emotion.
He kisses my hand, smiling. “You look beautiful, Violet. Your father would be so proud of you.”
As the music softly plays and Joey walks me toward Callum, I feel the weight of the moment. This isn’t just a wedding—it’s the beginning of a new chapter, a new adventure with the man I love. The man who has shown me what love truly means.
I’m marrying my husband again. And I can’t wait to see where this journey takes us.
Epilogue
Callum
To say I’m in love is an understatement. I never knew love could feel like this—like something out of a storybook, but not the cliché kind with dragons and knights. No, this feels more like the kind where you find someone who makes the everyday moments extraordinary. Violet looked absolutely stunning today—so effortlessly beautiful that I could hardly breathe when she walked down the aisle. And now, as we sit here wrapped in an oversized quilt, gazing at the stars, I can’t help but feel like I’ve got everything I’ll ever need in this life.
Her head rests against my shoulder, her body curled into mine as we sit on the porch of our place. The sky is clear, the stars brighter than I’ve ever noticed, and the air smells like fresh evergreens and the lingering scent of the evening’s barbecue. Our family and friends had scattered not long ago after celebrating with us, leaving behind a trail of laughter and memories that made today more perfect than I could’ve imagined.