EPILOGUE

~ Asher’s POV ~ - - - - - THREE YEARS LATER - - - - - “I can’t believe we’re a married couple now!” Zoie squealed in excitement as she pushed the door to her bedroom open. “I can’t believe I get to tell people that I have a husband!” With a glass of champagne in her hand, she was twirling around the room in her white satin dress. Asher was walking right behind her in his crisp white shirt, black slacks, and black suit, closing the door shut. “I’m sorry the wedding didn’t go the way we planned,” he said with a sigh. “Are you kidding? It’s even better than we planned. We didn’t have to worry about who to invite and how to entertain the guests,” Zoie giggled as she sipped her bubbly drink. Leaning her sexy self on the bedpost, she then said, “It’s just you, me, and our families. It was the wedding of my dreams,” Asher always knew that life was unpredictable, but this year hit them like a bolt of lightning. They started off the year planning for the wedding. Asher proposed about a year ago