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A few days later, Tessa wakes up after a night of fitful sleep to see early morning sunlight streaming in through the window, outlining Scott’s still-asleep figure beside her. She sighs and sits up, deciding that she should probably get up, despite how much she wants to go back to sleep. She has to go to work; it’s been nice to have the past few days off, but on the other hand, she’s excited to get back.
She doesn’t know why she hasn’t been sleeping well; however, whenever she’s had an argument with someone (in this case, Kaitlyn), she can never sleep. Her mind is too busy running through all of the things she could have done or said differently, or how she could’ve apologized immediately. Or just not said the things she did at all.
Her phone buzzes from where it’s charging on the nightstand beside her, and she reaches for it, seeing Kaitlyn’s contact picture popping up on the screen.
Almost instantaneously, her stomach sinks. It’s not that she doesn’t want to talk to her friend, it’s just that she doesn’t entirely know where they stand. They haven’t talked since their argument in Toronto, and she hasn’t figured out what she’s going to say, how she’s going to apologize.
Pushing all of that aside, she takes a deep breath and presses the green answer dot, brings the phone up to her ear before she leaves the room so as to not wake Scott. Not that he’ll wake up, of course, considering he’ll sleep through anything.
“Hello?” she answers easily, pretending like she isn’t full of anxiety about how she and Kaitlyn are in the middle of the first big argument they’ve had; despite being former roommates, they never really disagreed on much, and even then, she wouldn’t count those as arguments.
It takes Kaitlyn a few seconds to reply, almost like she expected Tessa’s voicemail and not for her to actually answer.
“Hi,” her friend greets, sounding surprised. “Can we . . . can we talk?”
An I’m sorry is on the tip of her tongue; she can say it now if she really wants to, but Tessa also thinks that she’d rather have this conversation in person rather than over the phone. In person, it’s easier to read someone. Over the phone, things can be taken out of context, much like in a text message.
“Yeah. Do you want to meet for coffee?” Her voice is tentative, and she hates it. Hates that she feels like just because Kaitlyn said what she did about Tessa and Scott, that doesn’t mean that they aren’t friends anymore. Most of all, Tessa hates that she feels like she can’t trust Kaitlyn because of one somewhat-stupid comment she made when both of them were upset.
She doesn’t want to end their friendship over this argument, because, quite frankly, that is ridiculous. She and Kaitlyn have been friends for a long time, and she isn’t about to lose that.
“Coffee sounds great. Do you work today?” Kaitlyn asks.
“Yeah, first day back after the press tour. I took a few days off so that Scott and I could decompress.”
“You mean, have sex.”
Kaitlyn laughs when she doesn’t answer. “I knew it. You’re engaged, Tessa, it’s okay if you admit that you guys have sex. Honestly, I’d be a little worried if you didn’t.”
Tessa winces, feeling like she’s still a teenager. She’s never felt comfortable talking about her sex life, whether or not she’s engaged. That hasn’t changed, and Kaitlyn knows that, but still likes to tease her about it from time to time.
“Thanks, Kaitlyn. Anyway, I get off at two, do you want to meet at 2:30?”
“Nice subject change, Tess. 2:30 works for me.”
When Tessa gets to work, she’s kind of grateful that she’s there before Marie-France. She’s been browsing a few different wedding websites, just to get a sense of what she thinks she and Scott might like.
The two of them haven’t really talked about it, but it goes without saying that they don’t want a big wedding. Not because Scott is famous, rather that the two of them just want their wedding day to be a celebration of their love with their families and closest friends present, and not anyone from the press or people that they don’t know.
She hasn’t told him that she’s started planning, because she hasn’t, not really. Tessa has just been looking at different things. Dresses mostly, along with a few different color schemes.
“How’s the wedding planning going?” Marie-France asks, and, to Tessa’s relief, she doesn’t sound upset, just genuinely curious.
“I’m not really planning, just looking at a few things. Dresses, and a few color schemes. I want the actual planning to be something that Scott and I do something together.”
Her boss laughs as she rounds the corner to look at the computer screen. “No matter how badly you may want him to help you, that’s probably not something he’s going to be looking forward to. At least, it wasn’t with Patch, but he and Scott seem very different.”
Tessa frowns and glances back at the dresses she’d been looking at. “Yeah. Besides, I’m not going to ask him to, I don’t know . . . looking at twenty-seven different shades of purple and decide which one he likes best for one of our colors. I just want his input on the important things: the cake, the venue.”
“That makes sense. And, Tessa, a word of advice? Don’t stress yourself out too much. You’ve said before that you just want this to be a celebration of the fact that you and Scott love each other, and, at the end of the day, that’s the only thing that matters. Remember that, because a lot of people don’t. It doesn’t have to be the Wedding of the Century, and don’t worry about what the press has to say about it, because they’ll say what they want to.”
Tessa nods. “Thank you, Marie. I’m sorry, I know I should be working instead of looking at wedding things.”
Her boss waves a dismissive hand. “Don’t worry about it.”
Tessa meets Kaitlyn at the coffee shop down the road from ma petite chaussure a few hours later. When she gets there, she orders her drink and then finds a booth for the two of them. Kaitlyn had texted that she’d gotten held up at work, so she’s going to be a little bit late, which is just fine with Tessa.
It gives her time to think about what she’s going to say to her friend. She’s already forgiven her, even if she hasn’t said it aloud yet; she forgave her almost instantly, considering she shouldn’t have asked if Kaitlyn was talking about Tessa and Scott’s relationship as, like Kaitlyn had pointed out, not everything is about the two of them.
“Hey, sorry I’m late,” Kaitlyn says, and Tessa looks over to see her shrugging off her coat and sliding it into the booth before she sits down, “Work has been crazy lately, and I’m not entirely sure why.”
Tessa nods in understanding. “It’s okay.”
Her friend looks nervous. “I’m really sorry, Tessa. I don’t know why I said the things that I did, that day in Toronto.”
“I’m sorry, too, Kaitlyn. I shouldn’t have implied that you were just talking to Andrew because of Scott and I. That was really unfair of me, and I wanted to take it back as soon as I said it.”
Kaitlyn nods. “We both said things that we shouldn’t have. You haven’t changed, Tess, and I feel really bad that I said that you did. If anything, Scott has made you more confident, which is kind of funny, considering I tried to get you to have more confidence during the years that we were roommates. Do you remember that one time, when I had a date that I really didn’t want to go on, so I convinced my date to bring his cousin so that you could come, too? You hardly said a word the whole time!”
“Kaitlyn, I hate to break it to you, but I wanted to be there even less than you did. You at least agreed to go on that date, you had to coerce me with tickets to a concert.”
As Tessa laughs and takes a sip of her coffee, Kaitlyn laughs, too, and Tessa knows that everything is okay between them.
“That’s right! How could I forget about that? That concert was with that one pop singer that Jordan used to love, and she was so jealous when we went instead of her. What was her name again?”
Tessa shrugs. “I know who you’re talking about, but I can’t think of her name. Doesn’t she have a famous boyfriend now? Wait! No, she’s dating a former Bachelor.”
“Oh! Remember his season? We would get together every Monday night and watch The Bachelor while eating dinner. Why don’t we do that any more? We should.”
“We definitely should.” Tessa smiles, and the two talk for another hour or so before Kaitlyn says that she has a date tonight with Andrew.
“I could help you get ready, if you want? Like old times. Obviously, I know that we’re not roommates anymore, but it could still be fun.”
“Yeah, c’mon.”
Tessa’s phone is buzzing in her purse, but she’s so busy talking to Kaitlyn that she doesn’t notice.
She finally checks her phone twenty minutes later, while sitting in the corner of Kaitlyn’s room, who is pulling potential outfits out of her closet for her date tonight. Tessa finds that she has one missed call and a text, all from Scott.
Forgot I had a meeting with Evan tonight, so I won’t be home for dinner, I’m sorry! it reads, and she laughs at the guy-facepalming emoji he’s included along with the text.
It’s okay, I’ll see you later, right? she answers, and his Absolutely comes through almost instantly.
“Is everything okay with Scott?” Kaitlyn asks, emerging from the closet, at least five dresses on each arm.
“Yeah, he forgot that he has a meeting with his agent tonight, so he won’t be home for dinner.”
“You should come to dinner with Andrew and I. I think he’d love to meet you, Tess.”
“I don’t want to interrupt your date. You guys haven’t been dating that long, have you?”
“About a month or so,” Kaitlyn replies, setting the dresses down on her bed before turning to Tessa. “Seriously, it won’t be a problem. I’ll text him right now, if you want. I think it’ll be fun.”
“Okay, yeah.”
In the end, Kaitlyn chooses a light blue dress that Tessa had suggested the moment she saw it. It takes them about twenty minutes to get to the restaurant where they’re meeting Andrew.
Tessa’s feeling slightly nervous, and she thinks it’s because she’s meeting Kaitlyn’s boyfriend, and the few who she’s met previously haven’t exactly been someone to write home about. There was this one guy that brought his brother along, who Kaitlyn obviously didn’t know. The guy and his brother just talked the whole time and ignored Kaitlyn, which made her call Tessa to come up with an excuse.
Tessa had called Kaitlyn a few minutes later, saying that she couldn’t find her laptop and she really needed it to finish a really important e-mail, so Kaitlyn left the date to go to home. Tessa had ice cream and a stack of movies waiting for her, as she always did whenever Kaitlyn had a date that went awry.
“Does Scott know you’re meeting Andrew?” Kaitlyn asks, to which Tessa shrugs.
“Not right at this moment, but I’ll probably tell him later.”
“Do you tell him everything?”
“We’re engaged, Kaitlyn, so . . . I guess. I want to, though. I can’t imagine not telling him everything.”
“I can’t imagine that with a guy, at least, not the guys that I’ve dated in the past. Maybe Andrew, but we’re not far enough in our relationship for me to be thinking of things like that, you know?”
“Right. I knew with Scott pretty early on, though.”
“With what?”
“That I wanted to be with him, and that I wanted to tell him everything.”
“I’m not saying that I don’t want to be with Andrew. Sorry that I don’t have total heart-eyes like you did, and still do, with Scott,” Kaitlyn teases, but there’s a hint of seriousness to it.
“I don’t . . .” Tessa starts, but stops when she realizes that, holy shit Kaitlyn is right. “I guess I do. Is that such a bad thing, though?”
“Not at all. You said it yourself, T. You and Scott are engaged, and I’m pretty sure there isn’t a couple out there who is more perfect than the two of you.”
“Nice of you to be pretty sure, Kaitlyn.” She tries to sound serious, but that fails when she laughs.
“Well, I don’t know. Prince Harry and Meghan Markle are pretty cute. Did you see their Christmas card?”
“Yeah, yeah, it was really cute. I get it, it’s impossible to compete with a prince and a former actress.”
“You and Scott come pretty close, though.”
“Thanks, Kaitlyn. I’ll be sure to tell Scott you said that.”
“You better not, Tessa!”
“You know I’m kidding,” she says, as Kaitlyn pulls into a parking space. The night air is chilly, and Tessa pulls her jacket closer to her in a weak attempt to get warm.
When the two of them reach the restaurant, Andrew is already waiting inside. He and Kaitlyn kiss in greeting, and Tessa looks away, to be respectful.
“So,” Andrew says, once he’s pulled away from Kaitlyn. “You’re the infamous Tessa.”
She blinks. There’s something about him that makes her uncomfortable, but, considering the guy has said all of five words to her, she has no idea what it could be. “Yeah.”
“I’m Andrew, but I think you knew that already. It’s nice to meet you.”
He’s holding out his hand for her to shake, and his eyes drift down to the diamond ring sparkling on her left ring finger.
Before he says anything, the hostess appears to lead them to their table, and it’s once they’re seated that the questions begin.
“What’s it like to be engaged to a famous movie star, Tessa?” Andrew asks, and she hasn’t known him long enough to know if he’s genuinely curious or if he wants to know because he’s a journalist who wants to, she doesn’t know, get information that no one else could about her and Scott.
Where better to get information about a relationship everyone is curious about than one of the people in said relationship?
It would be smart if she doesn’t see it coming from a mile away.
“Do you think that’s really an okay question to ask me?”
He’s stunned, that much is clear, and doesn’t bother with a follow up question, for which Tessa is thankful.
“I’m sorry,” he says to her later, after Kaitlyn leaves to go to the restroom, “I had no right to ask you that earlier.”
“No,” she replies, taking a sip of her water, “You didn’t, and I hope you don’t ask Kaitlyn intrusive questions like that. She’s a good person, and if you don’t see that, you have no business dating her.”
Andrew nods. “I care about Kaitlyn very much, and I’m surprised that she didn’t say anything after I asked you that.”
“She probably will, when it’s just the two of you.”
She doesn’t miss the flicker of uneasiness that passes across Andrew’s face, and she feels the tiniest bit proud of herself.
Tessa and Scott agree to go on a date with Kaitlyn and Andrew, even though both Tessa and Scott are reluctant.
After she’d told him what Andrew had asked her, how public he’d been with his question, Scott flat-out refused to meet him.
Tessa can’t say that she blames him.
She almost wishes that she didn’t meet Andrew in the first place, either.
“I just don’t want him to pry, or to feel like he has the right to ask questions about our relationship,” Scott says for the fiftieth time, worrying his lip between his teeth as he paces around their bedroom the night before the date. “Because he doesn’t, Tessa. No one has the right to know anything unless we tell them, and it angers me, scares me a little, that he could spin whatever we say to sound like something we didn’t mean.”
Tessa doesn’t even look up from the bridal magazine she’s reading. Jordan had sent it to her, and she’s been surprised to find things that she actually likes, given that she and her sister don’t exactly see eye-to-eye when it comes to fashion. She takes the time to turn the page before she answers. “I don’t know that he’s going to do that, Scott. I know you’re worried about it, and I am, too, but that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy ourselves. You know Kaitlyn, you trust Kaitlyn, and I guess we just have to trust that she’s picked someone good, this time.”
“But, Tessa. You know that what he asked you isn’t okay, right?”
“Yes, Scott,” she replies lazily, and she finally closes the magazine, looks at him. He’s stopped pacing, but he still looks more worried than she thinks he needs to. “That’s why I told him it wasn’t okay, and why I told him later that I hoped that he didn’t talk to Kaitlyn that way, because of how disrespectful he was being.”
“You told him that? In those exact words?”
“I mean, I don’t remember exactly what I said, but I’m sure it was something along those lines.”
“You’re being awfully blasé about this, Tessa. Are you feeling okay?”
She can’t help but laugh. “Scott, I’m fine. I’m not trying to be blasé; I just know that we have no control over what he says or doesn’t say, if he takes every action of ours a certain way, so there’s no use worrying about it. I’ve never seen you this worried about having dinner with someone.”
Tessa really doesn’t mean to be so comfortable with this; she isn’t, but she’s also been with Scott for long enough that she’s realized that people are going to act how they want around him, around them, and they can only be so private about their relationship.
“It’s not that, it’s just . . .” Scott pauses to climb onto the bed next to her, “I don’t want to go.”
“So you’re saying I shouldn’t invite him to the wedding? Got it.”
She tries to sound serious, lets out a giggle at the horrified look he gives her.
“Don’t worry so much,” she mumbles, leaning in to kiss him, “You know that we have no idea how tomorrow is going to go, and we can’t plan for every horrible thing that’s going to happen, right?”
“Hm, I don’t know. Maybe you should kiss me more so that I can be sure.”
A slow grin spreads across her face. “I think that can be arranged.”
“Tessa, I really don’t want to go,” Scott whispers the next morning, punctuating each word with a kiss.
She blinks awake slowly and glances at the clock before looking at her fiancé. “Scott, it is 5:30 in the morning. Unless you want me to purposefully ask Andrew to ask questions about us, then I suggest that you go back to sleep.”
“But I can’t sleep, T! I just had a dream that he crashed our wedding!”
She rolls her eyes. “Our wedding isn’t for another six months, Scott, but I’ll hand-deliver Andrew’s invitation myself if you don’t stop bugging me.”
He only laughs. “You would never do that.”
“You’re right. Maybe. Just, please don’t worry about this, okay? The date isn’t for another twelve hours, and, if it goes horribly, we can leave.”
“Yes, dear,” he mutters under his breath, and she gives him a sleepy smile, already closing her eyes.
When Tessa wakes up three hours later, Scott isn’t in bed beside her, so she heads down the stairs to their kitchen.
Sure enough, there he is, his back to her as he stands at the stove, cracking an egg into a saucepan.
He really must not have been able to sleep, because the ends of his hair are wet and he’s wearing different pajamas than he had been earlier this morning.
“You poor thing,” she says with a frown, smiling to herself when he jumps, an egg flying into the air before it lands effortlessly back into the pan.
She runs her hands through his slightly wet hair, flicking droplets of water into the air. “You really must not have been able to sleep this morning.”
“Just say the magic words, T. I know you don’t want to go tonight, either.”
“I don’t, that’s true, but I told Kaitlyn we would and I’m not about to back out of dinner now. We’ve committed to going, Scott.”
He sighs, flipping the egg in the pan again. “Here’s an idea! How about we do a few cake tastings today?”
“I already have one scheduled for two o’clock. Besides, I don’t think we could get any bakery around here to do a cake tasting for just the two of us on short notice.”
“Tessa,” he says softly, and when he turns around, she isn’t expecting him to kiss her. “You’re forgetting that I’m a ‘famous movie star.’”
He tries to do an Andrew impersonation, but fails because he’s never met the guy.
She can’t help but laugh. “I think that egg is burning.”
“Shit,” he swears against her lips, pulls away to discover that she’s right.
They go out for breakfast.
Tessa and Scott are on their way to dinner that night when Kaitlyn calls her.
“I liked the blueberry cake. Not sure who would eat that in July, though,” Scott is saying, as she fishes her phone out of her purse.
“Blueberries are in season most of the year, Scott. Hello?” She answers the phone.
“Okay, I’ve told Andrew that he cannot, under any circumstances, ask any questions about you and Scott,” Kaitlyn greets.
“Thank you. Scott woke me up at 5:30 this morning because he was so distraught over it.”
“I’m sorry that privacy is important,” her fiancé grumbles from the driver’s seat, but then he grins.
“We’re at the restaurant,” Kaitlyn continues, “are you guys here yet?”
“Just about, give us five minutes.”
Tessa hangs up and she and Scott spend the rest of the car ride in silence.
“Just so you know,” he tells her innocently as they get out of the car, “if he asks one question, you owe me twenty bucks.”
She laughs and shakes her head. “Absolutely not, Scott. We’re engaged, remember? What’s mine is yours, what’s yours is mine.”
The hostess leads them to a booth a few minutes later, where Kaitlyn and Andrew are already waiting.
“Tessa, Scott, it’s so nice to see you,” her friend says, smiling.
“Hey, guys,” is how Andrew greets them, not looking up from his menu.
“Hi, Andrew, Kaitlyn. It was so great of you to invite us tonight.”
Kaitlyn picks up her own menu. “Of course.”
The first few minutes are spent in tense silence, as if Tessa, Scott, and Kaitlyn are on the edge of their seats, waiting for Andrew to say something.
He doesn’t, is in fact fairly nice, and doesn’t even comment on the two of them being together.
“So, Andrew, you’re a journalist. Write anything interesting lately?” Scott asks after the waitress has cleared away their plates, trying to sound casual.
Tessa only rolls her eyes. “Scott, that’s just mean.”
“What? I’m genuinely curious, love.”
“Yeah, actually,” Andrew answers before Tessa can. “There was this lady recently who gave birth in the lobby of our building.”
“Sounds interesting,” Scott mumbles, looking like he regrets even asking.
Tessa raises her eyebrows as Kaitlyn blurts out, “We moved in together!”
“Oh, how . . . nice,” Tessa comments, and she’s very relieved when the check comes, so that she and Scott can go home. She’s tired, and she needs to be up early because she’s going dress shopping with Kaitlyn, her mom, and Jordan.
“That wasn’t so bad,” Scott tells her, as they walk into their apartment.
“You only worried about it for the past 24 hours,” Tessa remarks.
“Hey, I had a reason to worry . . . or not,” he amends, when she gives him a look.
“Do you want to know a secret?” she tells him later, as they’re lying in bed.
“What?”
“I can’t wait to marry you.”
“Aw, T, I can’t wait to marry you, either. I’d get married tomorrow if we could.”
She’s honestly half-tempted to say yes to that, because planning their wedding has been so stressful. Scott had offered, in the beginning, to hire a wedding planner, but Tessa said no, because she underestimated how hard planning this wedding would be. She thought it would just be as simple as finding a dress, a color scheme, a venue, a good caterer, a cake . . .
Okay, maybe she knew from the start that this wouldn’t be easy, but she didn’t expect it to be stressful.
“I wish we could,” she answers instead, and flicks out the light on her bedside table. “Goodnight, Scott.”
“Goodnight, Tess.”
Their wedding is six months later, and Tessa can say with absolute certainty, that it’s the best day of her life thus far.
Everything goes how she and Scott had planned for it to. No one objects to their marriage during the ceremony; no one shows up that isn’t supposed to, and every is genuinely happy and excited to be there.
No one alerts the press, which is what Tessa and Scott had been afraid of.
Sure, the day was the result of so much stress and a little crying, but it was worth it, so worth it. Tessa would plan a wedding a thousand times over if it meant that she could be this happy, all the time.
Maybe I could be a wedding planner, she thinks, for a brief second, and when she voices this thought aloud to Scott on their way to the reception, he raises his eyebrows and tries not to laugh.
“Tessa, I love you, and if you really want to that, then I’ll support you, no matter what. But you were so stressed about planning our wedding that you cried for what seemed like all of last month. Are you sure you want to put yourself through that all the time?”
“I don’t know,” she answers honestly, “I’ll think about it.”
The reception goes smoothly, and Tessa feels herself start to relax during her and Scott’s first dance.
At other weddings, she’s always seen the bride and groom whispering to each other as they danced. She always wondered what they were saying, and, when Scott spins her around the first time before whispering to her that this is the best day of my life, she finally understands. Not only is today the best day of her life, she gets why people get stressed out, why she had gotten so stressed out during the planning process.
She wanted it to be perfect, yes, but she also wanted today to just be about love. How much she and Scott love each other, their family, and their friends. The fact that he’s famous doesn’t matter to anyone in this room, and Tessa couldn’t be more grateful to that fact. She’s known, in the year and a half that she’s dated Scott, that people have been so mean to him, about his career and asking prying questions about his life, ones that they had no right to ask.
Not unlike how Andrew did that first night that she met him, almost six months ago. He and Kaitlyn are still dating, still living together, and, considering Andrew called her the other and asked her to go ring shopping for Kaitlyn with him, they’ll probably get married soon. That won’t be a bad thing. Andrew has changed in the past few months. He realized that being a journalist wasn’t something that he wanted to do anymore, because he and Scott had somehow become pretty good friends, so he’s now writing for some network TV show.
Kaitlyn is still working at that art store next to ma petite chaussure, except for now she’s started painting and doing drawings. Sometimes she’ll hang them up in the shop. She has her first art show next month, and Tessa is pretty sure that’s where Andrew is going to propose.
Her gaze flicks to her sister, Jordan, to where she’s sitting, talking with their brothers, Kevin and Casey. The three of them are laughing about something, and Tessa is glad that she and her siblings have always been close; she doesn’t know who she would be without Jordan’s humor, Kevin’s life advice, and Casey’s ability to listen. The three of them have helped her out so much in the past six months, when the planning got particularly stressful.
There have been so many people throughout Tessa’s life, and throughout her relationship with Scott, that she has been grateful for. No one ever judged her for dating a famous person, because once they met Scott, they all loved him so much that they forgot that he was famous. Half the time Tessa herself forgets that the world loves him, too, only remembering when they’re out to lunch or breakfast and they get stopped by a fan who asks for pictures and maybe an autograph.
She can’t have done this without Kaitlyn or her siblings, that much is true, but also the other people in her and Scott’s lives that love them. Their parents, Scott’s siblings, Marie-France and Patch (who are here tonight, and, once everyone else joins them out onto the dance floor, Tessa can’t help but smile at the two of them).
She’s surrounded by so much love, she realizes, and she’s so glad that she is, that she gets to be around so many people who love her and Scott, and who they love in return.
That’s the most important thing, she thinks.
Love.
Who would anyone be if they didn’t love something or someone?
It’s an essential part of life, Tessa realizes, in the way that breathing is. Loving Scott is as easy as breathing, and she can’t imagine her life without him.
She wouldn’t be the person she is today without him; she wouldn’t be as confident, or as happy. He hasn’t completely changed who she is, because she definitely thinks that there are still parts of her that exist from before she met him, but there are things that she knows now, that she didn’t know before she met him, before they started dating.
It’s not that she didn’t believe in love before Scott came into her life; she didn’t believe that there could be that one person out there that she was supposed to be with, just because her previous boyfriend and all of Kaitlyn’s dating attempts with guys that weren’t for her didn’t give her any hope when it came to that sort of thing.
But Scott changed all of that. He taught Tessa that there is that one person out there, you just have to find them (or work in a used shoe store in the hopes that they come in there, one day).
“You okay?” Scott asks her, his brown eyes warm with love and adoration as he smiles down at her.
“Perfect,” she replies, pressing her lips to his as they dance with the people they love the most around them.