One Year Later:
The barn was strung with warm lights and wildflowers.
It wasn't extravagant. It wasn't flashy.
But it was perfect.
Savannah stood at the edge of the dance floor, barefoot, champagne in hand, her white sundress flowing around her legs like something out of a dream. Her cheeks hurt from smiling.
Because today, she wasn't just in love.
She was his.
And he was hers.
Jace stood a few feet away, laughing with Noah - yes, laughing - both of them holding bottles, relaxed, alive, whole again.
It had taken time.
So many hard conversations. So many days of silence before they finally let it go.
But Noah had come around.
The day Jace proposed, it was Noah who gave his blessing first.
"I'm still going to punch you in the face for lying to me," he'd said.
Then hugged him anyway.
Savannah's heart squeezed just thinking about it.
"Mrs. Carter," a deep voice murmured behind her.
She turned, and there he was - that same storm-eyed, maddening, impossible man who once walked away from her… and had been walking toward her ever since.
She smiled. "Mr. White's little sister, actually."
He smirked. "Not anymore."
He pulled her close, spinning her into his arms as the music slowed.
"I still can't believe you married me," he whispered.
"I still can't believe you thought I wouldn't."
He bent to kiss her - soft, slow, certain.
And as they danced under the lights and stars and second chances, Savannah thought about all the moments that brought them here.
All the nights they'd ached.
All the fire they barely survived.
And she smiled.
Because before he was hers, he was her brother's best friend.
But now?
Now, he was everything.
THE END