Epilogue.

"Isla, you look so pretty.” Sandra says to me, and I look at myself through the mirror.

I do look pretty. I look beyond pretty. My cheeks look higher than they've ever looked before, and where my freckles are supposed to be, they seem spotless. I'm glowing; my hair is glowing; my aura is glowing. Every single thing about me is literally glowing.

Why wouldn't they? It's my wedding day.

Yes, Harry and I are finally getting married. We can’t keep living as co-parents and mates for the rest of our lives. We have to get her married. It took us three years to finally agree to it.

Sandra and Denise are here in the room, helping me get ready. I was very much against the idea, but the two paid me no mind as they made up some speech about best friends always being there for each other and whatnot. stuff like that.

Now they have to deal with my moodiness and awkwardness. I effing love them so much.

"Thank you. I really appreciate this.” I say to the two of them in a very honest tone. They manage