Page 124 of The Bad Girl

It all worked out!

Our baby’s nursery will be full of Sir Fookshits and Hisgglesworths. In a twist of fate no one saw coming, I’m now a children’s book author and illustrator. Maxwell insisted on stories behind each of the characters now tattooed on his arms, and unbeknownst to me, he passed them on to a literary agent friend of his. Low and behold, I’m contracted with one of the Big 5, and I have a line of books set to come out next spring.

Goodbye Instryde, hello: Nadine Winters LLC!

Once Harry hands me off, he settles in next to Tom, who he’s grown close too—like move-in level close—like Harry’s going to knock everyone else out of the way to catch the bouquet kind of close.

Good for them.

And seated on the other side of Tom is his father, who fell to his knees, begging for his son’s forgiveness when they finally met up again after six long years.

Of course, what he did was wrong, but Tom has decided to move past it.

Tom’s mother is ecstatic that someone like Harry Crummings is dating her son. Lord, help that woman.

And their union isn’t just romantic. Tom is now modeling for InStryde, at Harry’s behest, and his face is plastered on billboards around New York and LA. Women are going mad for him, and really, who could blame them?

I feel Maxwell’s hand graze mine, his fingers lingering on my palm as we listen to the minister perform our ceremony.

Hope and love radiate from me as I say my vows and listen to Maxwell choke up as he says his, and when the moment comes, we look into each other eyes, each uttering the words:

“I do.”