Eight | W2S

EIGHTY.

Wow. This is it. I kind of debated whether or not I'd even include an author's note in this chapter, because I don't know if anyone actually reads them or cares but whatever. 

This book has become my literal baby. I've been writing books on here since 2017, but only seriously since Miniminter's Sister took off in COVID. I've written a fair few, and they've all done well but Eight - this book has been SO loved by so many of you, and I can truly say I haven't enjoyed writing a book as much as I have with this one. 

After publishing each chapter, I'm always on high alert watching for my usual commenters (you know who you are), and they never disappoint. Even those of you who just vote, or those that don't, thank you for coming on this journey too!!!!

I'm going to be really sad to say goodbye to Kenzie, Harry and Juni in this book, but you still have this chapter left, and I promise I'm going to do them justice. This will be my longest chapter to date (purely because I want you to enjoy them for as long as possible). 

Okay, this has gotten a little too long for my liking, but what I'm basically trying to say is I'm so grateful, and appreciative for the love you've shown on this book. I will be back with a new book in no time at all (I promise), and I hope you all go and read that book when it's out. But for now, for the last time, enjoy. 

Izzy x

MAY 11TH, 2027

"Where's the towel?" I ask, nearly running through the corridor in just my body towel, having misplaced my hair towel. 

"In here for some reason!" Faith shouts, running out of her own room, holding it out for me to take. "Give me a sec, I'll get the hair stylist to sort you out," she offers, not even giving me time to stress about it. 

"She's already here?" I ask, beginning to wrap the towel around my head. 

"Yeah, I've set her up in the makeup room. Rosie's makeup is nearly done, Talia is next, then me, then you and Freya last," she explains, and I'm so glad she knows what's going on, because I sure don't. 

"Where's -" I start, about to enquire about my daughter, but Harry's mum pops her head round her own door, Juni waddling at her feet. 

"I've got Juni if that's who you're on about! She's just finishing her breakfast then I'll get her changed."

I shoot her an appreciative look. "Thank you so much. Hi Juni baby," I grin, waving at my daughter. 

"Hi mama," she says back, and it makes everyone smile at her. Her voice is like honey, and it melts my heart every time. 

"Where's dada?" I hear her ask as Faith whisks me away, just about hearing his mum start to explain to her in simple terms what was going on. 

The makeup room was buzzing with energy. Rosie was seated in front of the mirror, her face already halfway through the transformation into a glowing, bridesmaid version of herself. The stylist moved with precision, dusting highlighter across her cheekbones while she sipped on a glass of prosecco, chatting away with Talia, who was sitting beside her, waiting for her turn.

Talia turned as we entered, her smile lighting up the room. "There's the bride!" she beamed, looking much more relaxed than she had yesterday when we'd been rehearsing for what felt like the hundredth time. "You ready for this, Ken?"

"Just about," I laughed, still clutching my towel around my head like it was the only thing keeping me grounded. "How are you feeling? How's Lucas?"

Talia rolled her eyes, but her smile was affectionate. "Stop worrying about me! Lucas is in safe hands with my mum."