Page 61 of Shy Girls Can’t Date Celebrities (Shy Girls Sweet Romances #6)

Epilogue

Two months later...

Wyatt is still working on his mental health and personal growth.

Right now, he’s paused his tutoring. He decided to hold back his studies for one more year.

I can’t believe he’s done this without talking badly about himself.

The fact he was held back in sixth grade had cast such a dark shadow over him.

Now, he’s made the choice to repeat a grade. With all the struggles he’s had to overcome with his memory, eye sight, and mobility, I don’t blame him. It’s a sound decision I support one-hundred percent.

I have to admit, it’s really hard going to school, knowing he’s close by. He’s found a comfortable place at Ashworth Estate. They’ve even given him a dedicated recording space, and he still has Devon by his side.

Slowly, Wyatt’s mending his relationship with his parents.

They met on Ashworth Estate, and Wyatt tried to keep an open mind.

But when his parents looked around the mansion with dollar signs in their eyes, Wyatt asked for them to leave.

I told the crushing news to my parents, who then took matters into their own hands.

Mr. and Mrs. Hayes rented a room at a local motel, and my parents invited them to a diner meal.

Dad said the couple needed “to get back to basics.” With My parents encouragement, Wyatt and his parents have met a few more times on neutral ground.

I can actually say, without crossing my fingers, there’s light at the end of the tunnel.

A lot of damage was done over the years.

However, with the help of therapy and support from my family, Wyatt can keep his parents in his life.

As for school, not everything about it is tough.

Who knew, the quiet girl who kept to herself, would form an alliance with the Ashworth siblings.

Those kids rule our school. They say something, and people listen.

Now, the student body knows to back off and not hound me with questions about Wyatt.

Yep, life at Ashworth Academy is a whole heck of a lot easier.

After school and on weekends, I see Wyatt as much as possible. We spend our time between Ashworth Estate and my treehouse. Is there something wrong with my boyfriend, that he prefers the treehouse? I guess nostalgia always wins.

Not only is our bond growing stronger every day, but our collaborations are like magic. Each night, after my homework, I work on lyrics for Wyatt. On our video chats, he always asks me to read them aloud. While listening to my voice, he strums and finds a beat that works.

I still can’t believe there’s a J inked into his skin.

It’s in a beautiful calligraphy style, inside his arm, just above his wrist. It’s not subtle either.

Easily reaching three inches long. Wyatt’s still not doing interviews, only posting teasers of his new tracks online.

People have already been commenting on the tattoo, and I might keel over when he starts responding to the questions.

I don’t think I could handle someone famous announcing to the world that the permanent mark on his skin represents his love for me.

I think it’ll be okay, though. Wyatt’s so attuned to my disdain for the spotlight.

It’s something that gives him energy, and I love seeing him perform and interact with fans.

Although, considering it sucks away my energy, we’ve already decided I won’t join him at events.

He’ll get a fabulous publicist that’ll work out all the details.

Not being in crowded events won’t make me jealous.

I know that he’ll be thinking about me and be excited for the next time we meet up.

Portia has tried a few times to coax Wyatt into the spotlight with her.

She’s flourishing without Richmond by her side.

As soon as legal action was announced, Circle 8 immediately dropped association with Richmond Salinger.

Wyatt asked Portia if she’ll leave Circle 8, but she was clear about her happiness with her work.

She’ll age out of Circle 8’s teen image one day.

But she’ll continue working and thriving in the industry.

Wyatt tells me we need a contract, so no one will rip me off, and I’ll get paid for my words.

I guess that’ll come, once he records a studio album.

But for now, I’m having fun writing words I’m intending to share with the world.

No longer am I hiding in my bedroom, creating love sonnets for the boy I feared I’d never see again.

Wyatt is mine.

I am his.

Nothing will ever break that.