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TWO MONTHS LATER, and Sarah, now Mrs. Damian Fox, was standing in one corner, thinking to herself, Who would've thought life would turn out this way?

Foxtown was finally on its soft opening, and so far the hundreds-plus guests invited for its first round of press was more than promising.

Everyone was raving about the theme park, and she had lost count of the number of times she had heard the phrase ' Westworld meets Jane Austen' being bandied about.

Then again, it really was the best description really.

Foxtown, simply put, was a theme park offering a fully immsersive experience based in a fictional town that was half Wild Wild West and half Regency London. .. just like the man at its helm—-

And almost on cue, a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist from behind, and she leaned back to smile up at Damian. "Hello, stranger."

"Lord Fox," he corrected, making her roll her eyes, "while you're..." He fixed a quizzical look at her attire, which was outrageously frilly. "A clown?"

She burst into laughter. "Jerk."

"Just being truthful, love." The billionaire absently arranged her bonnet while speaking, and she caught sight of other guests sneakily taking photos of him doing so. Same old, same old, she thought fondly.

"Sorry I made you wait. I thought I'd check on Hardy on my way," he explained.

She brightened at the mention of Hardy, asking excitedly, "Is he enjoying himself?

" Since Hardy used to enjoy spending time in the kitchen as a hobby, she had thought it would be a good idea to have her biological father try working part-time at Gunter's, which was patterned after the eponymous tea shop during the Regency period.

"He's doing great," Damian murmured, "but part-time should be as far as it goes."

She couldn't help smiling at the way her husband was obviously picking his words with care.

"I know you think I'm being overprotective about him, and I probably am, but it doesn't mean I'm blind to the realities of his condition.

" The first time she had tracked Hardy down, the latter's decades-long psychiatrist had been more than blunt with her.

Some people in this world simply aren't tough enough to deal with life, and your father's one of them.

It had been a heartbreaking assessment, but Sarah had long learned to accept it.

Since then, she had come to see Hardy as both her father and someone to look after like a child, and when the truth of his condition came to light, she had been beyond happy when Damian, Naomi, and even Josiah had welcomed Hardy into their lives as well.

"Sarah?" When she turned to him with a questioning look, he said softly, "I love you."

Her heart turned into mush, and she just had to raise herself on her toes to give him a quick, sweet kiss.

After that, they continued with their walk, still holding hands, and only occasionally breaking the silence between them when they thought of something to share with the other.

"Damian?"

"Mm?"

"I love you."

Unlike her, however, this only had her handsome Dom smirking. "I know."

It was times like this that she couldn't help marveling how everything was too perfect between them.

Then again, maybe that was how it was, when serendipity was at work.

They had taken one look at each other and had fallen in love at first sight.

They were step-siblings to each other, but their respective parents hadn't minded that they also became a couple.

They had been apart from each other, had hurt each other, but every single time, love would win and they would make up and forgive each other so very easily.

Life was beyond perfect, and when the sheer perfection of it terrified her—-

A breeze tickled her cheek, and she burst into laughter because this wasn't the first time Damian had held a portable fan to her face.

After finding out what Sarah believed was God's way of letting her know she had made the right choice, he had used this tactic every time he saw her eyes darken with sadness.

"You really have to stop doing that," she told him. "People keep asking me about it—-"

"Give them the same answer I do," he said with a shrug.

Her eyebrows shot up. "Don't tell me you told them the truth!"

He shot her a pained look. "Give me more credit than that, love."

"Then what did you tell them?"

And he answered simply, "I tell them I know when you're feeling hot."

" Oh. " That made sense... wait. It took her a second to realize how ' hot' could be interpreted in another way, and her gaze flew up to him in horror. "Damian!"

The End