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Epilogue
The months passed, and Abby finally felt like things were going well in her life. She’d spent more time with her mother, and even Maria Campbell had come around once she realized how serious Greyson was about their relationship.
Stacy ran off with Jeff Summers to Maryland where they were supposed to get married at his mother’s beach house, but Abby hadn’t heard much more about it since she’d been living at school for the most part.
She and Tiffany helped Meg’s wedding planner who pulled off a gorgeous wedding, attended by so many of Meg’s former clients. Abby’s senior year wound down, and her little fan club when her name was called out was bigger than she ever could have imagined. Her mom, Tiffany, Meg, Parker, and several of the others she’d worked with during her time at Love, Austen had all made an appearance. She’d once felt abandoned and like she didn’t matter to anyone, but it just took a little more time to see it.
She was sitting next to Greyson in one of the luxury boxes as Carson Carver and the Breeze played for the Stanley Cup Final. This had been on her bucket list since before she could remember, and when she’d asked Greyson how he’d pulled it off, he just smiled and said he’d called in a few favors.
As intermission was about to end to start the third period, Greyson shifted in his seat.
“Are you okay?” Abby asked, tossing two pieces of popcorn into her mouth.
He nodded, and she turned her attention back to the ice, watching as the players skated with ease.
A shuffling next to her caused her to turn, and Greyson was kneeling on the ground next to her, a velvet box in his hand.
“Abigail Carla Price, will you marry me?” He could barely get the words out with what looked like nerves in his expression.
She smiled wider than she’d ever done, the emotions passing through her body, making her wonder if this was real. Staring down at the man she loved, she leaned over and placed her hands on either side of his face, pulling him in for a kiss. “Of course, I’ll marry you,” she said, resting her forehead against his.
He shifted back and took the ring from the box. Taking her hand in his, he slipped it onto her ring finger, squeezing her hand gently as the broadest smile she’d ever seen from him appeared.
Clapping around them caused her to turn, and the two of them were on the large television screen hanging over the middle of the ice, a heart drawn around them.
She laughed and leaned over to kiss him again. It was something that would never grow old for the rest of her life.
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