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Epilogue

The weeks following the break-up with Riley really tested mine and Edward's relationship. Figuring out how to get my things from Riley's house was a test in itself.

Trying to avoid as much drama possible, I finally convinced Edward to let Emmett help me move my things. Riley didn't say a word the entire time we were there. I'd like to think that was because of the fact that Emmett body-checked him every time he walked by.

A few weeks after that, I would receive daily emails from Nancy. They were forwarded scriptures from her online daily devotional.

I did read a few of them, only because I was trying to figure out the message she was trying to convey. Only one of them stuck with me: "Be patient with each other, making allowance for each other's faults because of your love."

I blocked her email address after that, but part of me was thankful she was delusional enough to send me that scripture. It only further proved how wrong her son and I were for each other.

-One Year Later-

I stood in front of the full-length mirror, staring at myself. It was something I did less and less these days, because I always saw the same thing. I was just always happy.

But today? I was glowing.

I was glowing and I was going to finally marry the man I loved. The man whose figure appeared from behind me, leaning in the doorway.

"You're not supposed to come back here!" I whispered, turning from the mirror and trying to cover my eyes.

Edward grabbed my wrists, laughing the entire time. "Oh, you believe in all of that superstitious crap?"

"Yes! Of course I do! Now, go!"

"I'm just making sure you know what you're getting yourself into." Edward gave me a side smile.

Even if I were to have any doubts, which I didn't, they would be completely erased with that smile of his.

"Real funny. Get out of here!"

"Fine. Ruin all of my fun," Edward pouted, kissing my head before walking away. "Hey," he called from the door. I looked over, staring at him in his tux, hair shorter than it was a year ago, but the same sparkle in his eyes from the first day we met. "You're beautiful."

I blushed. "So are you."

"And this supposed bad luck about," he pointed between us, "seeing each other before the wedding? I call bullshit," he said with a wink, leaving the room.

Apparently, my future husband could make me swoon with just a wink. It was the cutest thing I had ever seen.