Page 334 of When We Fall: Part Two

I grinned, watching as she took it from the bag. A pretty, long, cream-colored dress with tiny pink roses woven together across it. It was perfect. I said as much.

“Girl, I bought this on clearance too,” she said, laughing.

“I love that you did. It’s amazing.”

She linked her arm with mine. “You ready to do this?”

I nodded. “I-I’m ready.

ONE HUNDRED SIX

EVAN

Istood at the end of the aisle on the edge of the cliff atop the mountain, dressed in a black suit.

Trent, Anson, and Ryder had created something pretty magical in the small amount of time they had to decorate. They even had an arch for us to marry beneath as the sun set in the background. They’d put so many roses through the damn thing that the smell of their petals surrounded us.

We didn’t have many guests.

Jamie. Trent. Anson, Ryder. My dad.

Rosalie thought it best if we didn’t tell her parents. She said she was getting along with both of them, and her mom was set to come out to California in the near future so they could sit down and talk.

I really hoped it helped both of them.

I exhaled as soft music played from the speaker Trent brought out. They’d made a path with red rose petals for Ro to walk down.

Anxious, I fiddled with my cufflinks, this tiny worry in my chest that she’d run away from me since she knew what I looked like. I wasn’t exactly handsome by any stretch of the word, butshe looked at me like I was everything that had been missing in her life.

That helped me a hell of a lot.

I caught my father’s eye. He smiled at me, the pride evident on his face. I smiled back nervously.

Anson and Jamie walked down the aisle to the soft music. She looked pretty, and I was beyond grateful that Ro had her in her life while I was away.

She smiled and moved to stand across from me while Anson took up a spot behind me in his dark suit.

He said nothing, but I knew he was hurting. A year and a half ago, I’d have pushed him over the side of this cliff, but now all I wanted to do was give him the world.

Anson Beyers—Alessandro De Santis—was a good man.

My Rosalie came into view, and my breath caught in my chest. Anson’s warm hand came down on my shoulder. I hadn’t even realized I was crying until the first teardrop hit my hand.

She walked toward me, looking like a goddess.

My soulmate.

My… Rosie.

I swallowed hard, trying not to blubber as she neared me, the white veil covering her face.

I reached for her as she approached, and she took my hand.

“Hey,” I greeted her softly. “I feel like I’ve waited forever for this moment.”

“Me too,” she answered, her voice wavering.

Fuck, my heart was full. I had no idea I was capable of loving like this. That I would feel this way, that I’d ever get to have her like this.