Epilogue
Midsummer’s Eve, One Year Later
We get married on Midsummer’s Eve. Of course, we do. I’ve been waiting for this day for what seems like forever; I would’ve married Viljar a month after we met had I let my heart decide.
After our first meeting, we spent all our free time together, getting to know each other. Laughing, talking, touching. Making love. I’ve never felt as close to another person like I do to him, never shared so much of myself, not even with my sister.
But a few weeks back, I couldn’t hold it in anymore and asked him to marry me. It was all very prosaic and unromantic on a particularly crappy Tuesday when everything that could go wrong at work had gone wrong, and as the icing on the misery cake, my car wouldn’t start when I was going home. But Viljar picked me u
