Epilogue

~Poppy: Age 22~

I stared at myself in the full length mirror, smoothing down my sundress. It wasn't that noticeable, was it? It couldn't be, not yet.

"Flower?!" Grayson called from outside the bedroom. "Are you almost done? Ryder's getting impatient here!"

I sighed before walking out of the bedroom. "I'm ready," I said.

"Finally," Grayson said. "I thought I'd have to carry you out myself."

I rolled my eyes. "I wasn't taking that long."

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