EPILOGUE

Emma Davis-Wilson

"How long will it take?" I asked, glancing at Hayden through the mirror who was drying my hair with the hair dryer and he shrugged, keeping his full focus on my hair.

"No idea. Maybe an hour?" He deadpanned and I grunted in response and was about to stand up but he gripped my shoulder and made me sit back on the vanity chair again. "Don't be rushed. Today your hair is more wet than you, so it needs time."

I gave him a flat look before speaking. "I'm starving here and you're trying to make some lame-ass jokes."

"I stated merely a fact, Em." Hayden said, giving me an amused glance through the mirror while blowing out my hair. "You look cute when you're mad by the way."

"So you're implying I'm not cute when I'm not mad, huh?" I asked and he shrugged, setting the dryer down on the table.

"I guess. Because as far as I know, you've always been mad with me." he stated and I shot him a mock glare.

"Because you've always been an asshole."

"Ouch. that hurts." he placed his hand