Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 29279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
“I can’t wait to marry you,” he murmurs into my ear. I giggle.
“My mother is going to be so happy.”
I can feel his chest vibrating with laughter.
“Ana may have been dropping hints that she wanted me to propose for a while. I can confirm that it was on her mind.”
I cover my eyes with my hand.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be. She was right because you deserve to be married. Whether or not I deserve to have you as my wife is still up for debate, but I’m going to do my best to make you happy Brynn, I promise you that.”
I look up into his face and his blue gaze meets mine, his determination taking my breath away.
“I know. I promise to try and be the best wife to you I can too.”
He smiles and kisses me gently. Then, we hear the partition slide down and Mike announces cheerily, “We’re here, folks.”
I sigh and sit up, checking my hair and make-up in my compact. All things considered, I look remarkably pulled together still. But then, I look over at Tom and smile.
“You have sex hair,” I say, laughing. “The strands are flying in every direction. But it looks good actually. You’re rakishly handsome.”
He merely grins.
“Let them think we were having sex in the limo because we were, and I enjoyed every second of it. Let the paparazzi have something to speculate about. But are you ready, honey? Are you ready to face the media frenzy?” he asks. Ever since my accident Tom is always protective whenever we see the paparazzi around, and my heart contracts knowing how much he cares about me.
“I’m ready,” I say and kiss him on the corner of his mouth. “Let’s do this.”
Mike gets out of the driver’s seat and walks around to our side of the car before opening the door. Tom slides over and gets out first, giving a practiced wave to the cameras. Then he reaches inside for me, and I take his hand as he helps me out of the vehicle. The cameras are flashing and there are people everywhere. I should be nervous, but instead, all I see is Tom and his smile. He pulls me to him and with an arm around my waist, walks me down the red carpet to the big golden doors of the theater. Meanwhile, the press continues to scream.
“Ms. Hale, who are you wearing?”
“Tom! Tom, how do you think your new movie is going to do?”
“Where’s baby Hayden this evening?”
“Ms. Hale! Is that an engagement ring?”
After the last question, the reporters zero in on my new piece of jewelry and begin firing questions at double speed. But Tom looks down at me and smiles, hugging my curvy form to his side. Suddenly, I feel elated that everyone is going to know that this is the man I’m going to be spending the rest of my life with.
Feeling inspired, I turn to the closest reporter and hold up my hand, where my engagement ring sparkles in the light of the cameras.
“Tom and I are getting married,” I announce, my happiness making me giggle. “In fact, feel free to tell the world.”
The press buzzes with questions, but I don’t hear them as Tom leans down and whispers in my ear.
“Are you ready, Mrs. Masters?”
I merely smile at my handsome man, overflowing with happiness.
“I’m ready for anything with you,” I say, looking up into his eyes. With that, we walk together down the red carpet and towards the rest of our lives.
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THE END