Epilogue

Baka stared at her wedding gown, captivated.

It was a gown made for royalty and it looked like it was painted on her body.

It flowed into a delicate train that pooled around her feet. The floral embroidery on the train was accentuated with tiny pearls and ruffles which covered the bodice and sleeves of the form fitting gown, tapering off on the trumpet skirt.

Her hair was pulled up in a messy ponytail with two strands of hair framing each side of her face.

She could hardly recognise herself. The more she looked, the weirder she felt.

In the best way possible.

Henry appeared in the doorway, carrying little Dream in his arms. They’d become inseparable since Rohey’s unfortunate passing and he had taken it upon himself to become a father to her.

“Still admiring yourself in the mirror?” Henry chastised. “By the time you’re done, Tatum will be on his deathbed.”

Dream, who was playing with his curls, started giggling.

Baka glared at Henry through the mirror. “Don’t influence the little gi