“And lastly, to my beautiful Willow,” he starts, looking toward my direction again, searching. “Without you by my side, I don’t think that I would have been able to make Impenetrable as powerful as I know it is. I’m the luckiest man in the world right now. Well, almost.”
He bizarrely stops talking as a secretive grin fills his face. He continues to look in my direction, and when he steps away from the mic, turning toward the stage stairs instead of following the presenters and that fancy dressed award show version of a traffic director, he stomps back down the aisle. He’s headed back to where I’m seated as a dull roar of whispers starts filling the shocked theater.
“What in the world is he doing?” I gasp and look to my left at a very smug looking Kole.
“My guess is this would be another one of those embarrassingly romantic grand gesture things he seems to be so fond of.”
“What?” I gasp again, turning back toward the advancing Kane. Kole continues to let out deep grunts of laughter as Kane takes the last few steps, stopping in the aisle directly in front of me and causing the seat filler to hurry out of the way.
He hands his brother the shining gold award, my eyes tracking its movements before looking back up to his face, only to find him no longer standing.
What the heck?
The room goes electric as the whispers turn into a mix of shocked gasps and excited cheers. I feel Kane grab my hand, and I look around the room before my shocked eyes move down to where Kane is now kneeling in front of me.
On one knee.
With his hand holding one of mine and the other hand in the air.
Holding a ring twinkling from the lights dancing off it between his fingers.
An engagement ring.
Oh. My. God.
“Kane,” I breathe in shock.
His smile brightens. “Well? How about you help me out here and make one of the greatest nights in my life even better. It’s time to move out of that damn guest house and marry me.”
“Is that a question?” I blurt.
He throws his head back and lets out a booming laugh. “Willow Elizabeth Tate, I love you. Will you marry me?”
I start nodding before he’s even finished, and his smile grows even larger. I feel him slip the cold metal on my finger and then I’m in his arms. His hands cradling my face as he takes my lips in a deep kiss.
When he lifts his head, his lips dance across mine. “You’re finally moving out of my guest house?”
“Oh, yeah.” I giggle.
“Tonight, we celebrate in our bed.”
I know the crowd can’t hear his words, but he’s once again giving the world confirmation of our relationship with one heck of a show. God, I love this man. I throw my head back and laugh with so much carefree abandon. He steps away, takes his award back from Kole, and with a nod to his brother, he turns and walks back toward where the producers are about to go insane to move him backstage. They might have been annoyed by his show-stealing moment, but when the ratings hit, they’ll be thanking him for running over the allotted time.
They cut to a break seconds after Kane disappeared from view, and when the seat warmer drops back down in the seat she scampered out of when Kane came stomping toward us, I jump. The stranger is clearly frazzled by the turn of events. I give her a wobbly smile before looking down at my hand and the ring that now adorns it.
“I would say that’s about as grand as it gets, sister,” Kole whispers.
I turn to him and the feelings of overwhelming happiness that roll through my body make me feel like I’m the winner of every single award given out tonight.
The smile that fills my happy, tear-filled face doesn’t falter once for the remainder of our evening. When Kane takes the stage once again with his cast and they collectively accept the award for Best Motion Picture, it still doesn’t fade. I clap and beam up at the man who truly has proven to the world that when you believe in the possibility of becoming impenetrable, you can overcome anything and win.
I, Willow Tate, soon-to-be Masters, have truly won.
I have the love of the greatest man and his family. But most of all, I have the love of my own self and each and every perfectly imperfect moment I’ve lived, loved, and won.
The End.
Thank yous…
To my family. Always to my family. You love me even when I’m overcome with voices and locked away in the office. When I come out a few days later confused about the sun shining or what day it is, you still love me. To the late night dance parties in my office while I work and even raiding my candy stash – you guys make every moment a little brighter. I wouldn’t be able to do any of this without you.
To Felicia Lynn. I kind of like you, Cinderella. I mean, even though you are STILL pressuring me to cuddle you (even after I put it in print that it would never happen) I’ll keep you around. Let’s face it, if I didn’t, who would I feed to the zombie bears in my woods when I took a break in the middle of the night? ☺ Seriously though, you make late night writing marathons so much more fun. Put up with my freeze out temps, AND love me even though I’m crazy. Win win.
To Sommer Stein. I never have the right words to tell you how much you mean to me. When I came to you with PI and basically just said ‘no people on this cover, have fun’ I knew you would knock it out of the park. You have created NINE stunning covers for me, but this one…this one is ALL your brain child and I can’t thank you enough for creating something so stunningly PERFECT.
To Stacey Blake. I’m so blessed to have you on my side. I always know, no matter what, when I send you my final manuscript to format that the end result will be a piece of art in itself. You, my love, are amazing.
To Jenny Sims. Thank YOU for taking Perfectly Imperfect and dealing with the insane deadlines that I seem to always find myself in. And for all the little things that you do during the editing process that make it so much easier when I get the edits back. You rock, girlfriend.
To Lara Feldstein and Hollie Stubblefield. You guys read my ‘baby’ every step of the way. Put up with me every single time that I told you I changed this or that. I couldn’t imagine this process without each of you to bounce plot things with. (Even though I’m pretty sure Lara might kill me one day because of how much I tease her.)
To Kim Ginsberg and her eagle eye. Hey – at least I learned my lesson about TOWARDS! Thank you for giving PI a whirl, you rock!
To Sofie Hartley. Where do I even start with you? Thank you. Not just for loving PI – but for once again making teasers that look so beautiful I just want to look at them all day. And let’s not forget One Direction GIFs. I mean, that right there…
To Emma Hart and Rachel Brooks. Thank you for reading PI before it was released. For believing in a story that means the world to me and being willing to pause your insanely busy lives to meet Willow and Kane. My love for you two is huge.
To each and every reader that took a chance on a standalone and a cast that was completely unknown. It’s because of the love that I’ve always gotten from my amazingly loving readers that gave me the strength to tell this story. One that is so personal to my own struggles that I never thought that it would see the light of day. You guys…you make me push myself to heights that I never thought possible. So, my biggest thank you of all goes to you. Each one of you.
And…to Willow.
You’ve lived inside of me for so long that I think it became easier to live with you than to face you. But, Willow, you have taught me so much during each and every one of these 110K words. I hope and pray that by setting you free, you can teach and help others that might have a little of you hiding inside of them as well.
xoxo