Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 97053 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97053 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
He’s mine now.
I wrap my arms around his neck and lift myself up on tiptoes, pressing my lips to his, just as the doors to the dining room fly open and voices crash in, disturbing our moment. But they’re more than welcome.
“I’m Sophia.” A beautiful woman pulls me into a hug before Jack can start the introductions. “I’m Worth’s wife. I’m so happy to meet you. I just knew Jack would fall hard when he found the right woman. Someone to make him believe in love.”
My heart aches a little for the Jack before me. And for the me before Jack. We were both lost before we found each other. Together we’re the best versions of ourselves. We’re stronger. Happier. Better in every way.
“I’ve heard so much about you,” I say. “And Worth. And all of you.”
“I’m Jules.” Another woman pulls me in for a hug. Then Juniper and Rosey and someone else who must have been Efa.
“I’m Leo, Jules’s husband.” A very handsome man grins at me. “This must be overwhelming. I’m here to tell you it won’t get any better.” He chuckles and I’m not sure how to respond.
“Have you two set a date yet?” Sophia asks. “I guess it’s not going to be a Vegas wedding?”
Everyone laughs and Jack catches my eye and then takes a couple of steps toward me. Somehow we’ve been separated as everyone descended on us. “Sophia and Worth got married in Vegas after drinking too much.”
“It wasn’t a mistake,” Worth says. “Not for me.”
“Best decision of my life,” says Sophia.
“Yeah, they stole our thunder. We were the ones that were supposed to be getting married,” Jules says, laughing. “So be careful, in this group of friends, you never know who’s getting married.”
Everyone’s gaze turns to me and Jack.
“We haven’t set a date,” I say. “Oh and actually, we haven’t actually decided to get married, have we?”
“Are you unclear that I love you, want to marry you and spend the rest of my life with you?” Jack asks and his friends ooh and aah.
I shake my head.
“Good.” He slides his hand into his pocket. “I wasn’t going to do this right now, but seeing as my friends have ruined the moment—”
He slides to one knee, right in the middle of all his friends, and stares up at me. “I have loved you since the moment I saw you across the theater. I knew you were the woman I wanted to make happy forever. I’ve never wavered in knowing that. I long to be your devoted husband. I love you, Iris Wilde. Will you marry me?”
He snaps open the ring box in his hands to reveal a beautiful emerald-cut diamond ring. “The stone is a Colorado diamond, and the setting was made here in New York.”
Tears gather at the back of my throat. He’s thought of everything. It couldn’t be more special.
I can’t speak, and my gaze flits between Jack and the ring. I wasn’t expecting him to formally propose. I knew we were going to get married, but I didn’t expect this. I didn’t expect the house. I didn’t expect Jack on his knee in front of all his friends, declaring his love.
“I love you, Jack,” I say, unable to put into words how lucky I feel every moment that I’m with the man in front of me. I’ve never felt safer, never felt more loved, never felt more hopeful about the future. The future together. “Of course I’ll marry you.”
Everyone starts cheering and Jack stands. I cup his face in my hands and press a kiss to his lips.
“I’m the luckiest man in entire fucking universe,” he says.
Fisher slaps him on the back. “Nope, that’s me.”
“That’s all of us,” Worth says. “We’ve been lucky to find each other and then the women than make us better.”
In all the chaos of the ten friends that surround us, offering congratulations, love, and laughter, Jack takes the ring from the box and slips it onto my left ring finger.
It fits perfectly.
Just like a glass slipper.
I’ve found my prince and my happily ever after.