Only A Millionaire

EPILOGUE

BROOKE

Two months later . . .

I'd had plenty of help planning my wedding.

     I talked to  Jade  every  day  by   video  conference,  showing  her  sam-

plea  of  what  I  wanted   for   gowns,  cakes,  catering,  flowers, and   every

other detail I hadn't known existed for a bride.

     In   addition,  I   had   every   Sinclair   wife   helping   me   out.  At   least

one of my  half  brothers'  wives  had  been  around  nearly  every  day, and

more often than  not, they  were   all   with   me   at   Liam's  house  to  help

with planning.

     I'd  given  up  my   apartment  and  moved  in  with  him. We'd   stopped

trying  to  maintain  separate  residences  since   we   were   almost  always

together in the evenings, and every single night.

    I'd  become  friends  with  every  one  of  my  half   brothers'  wives,  but

the relationship I cherished the most was with my half sister, Hope.

     She'd  been  the  one  to  help  me  through  a  lot  of  the   bad   things

that  had   happened  to  me. After  I'd  heard  about  her  life  as  a  storm

chaser before she'd  married  Jason, no  the  horror  she'd  endured  while

she  was  in   another  country  during  a  typhoon,  my   experiences   had

almost appeared tame. Not  that  Hope  had  ever  made  them  seem  like

anything  but  a  nightmare  for  me. She'd  been  patient  and  kind, empa-

thetic  since she'd been through her own trauma.

    But  my  half  sister  was  living  proof  that  good  things   could  come

after tragedy.

      Honestly, almost every one  of  the  Sinclair  wives  had  suffered  her

own  private  hell  at  one  time, so  bonding  with  them  had  been  easy.

They were so real, so easy to open up to that I felt  like  I'd  known  them

all forever.

     Yeah, there  were  times  I  missed  my  family  in  California, but  hav-

ing other family here in  Amesport  had  taken  the  sting  out  of  missing

my sister and brothers.

    But now they're all here.

    I  sighed  as  I  looked  around  the  Amesport  Youth  Center,  amazed

that the large gathering  place  could  serve  so  many  purposes. My  re-

caption was in full swing, and the ballroom  looked  amazing. I  had  the

Sinclair men in the town  to  thank  for  that. All  of  them  had  put  a  ton

of  money  into  the  formerly  dilapidated  center, making  sure   it   could

accommodate  a  plethora  of  events, from  youth  basketball  games  to