Fake Fiancée

Epilogue

A/N: So it's epilogue time people! Although it's quite corny, I like it :) Thank you so much to everyone who's read this story! You guys all rock!! I hope you'll love the ending.

Anyway, tell me your thoughts as usual, and make sure to read my comments at the end!

Lots of love, Vanessa xoxo

When I saw the clock strike six o' clock, my heart rate increased dramatically. How had time flown by so fast?! My head itched to turn but I knew if I moved, I'd get in trouble.

"April!" I complained as she continued to blow dry my hair carefully. "I won't have enough time to get dressed if you keep this up!"

I heard her sigh. "Well it's your fault! You didn't ask for an early leave!"

"I'm not going to ask for an early leave just because it's me and my boyfriend's anniversary," I replied with a roll of my eyes. Although my boss would probably let me go (she was a romantic type of person), I didn't want to do that. It felt weird asking for an early leave for something like that and also, I wanted to get my work done.

It wasn't easy trying to meet deadlines. After my designs had been showcased by Mike, (I was forever grateful) a TV show producer had offered me a very good job, but I had thought that the workload would be too much while I was in college, so she decided to give the job to someone else as a contract. She had told me that she would give the job to me after I graduated from college.

The TV show was about renovating run-down houses, where the owners had a really heart-touching story. For example, last year, we had renovated a house that belonged to a woman with cancer and her four kids. That had been one of my favourite projects to do.

Also, I still couldn't believe that this day, five years ago, Henry had been waiting for me on my doorstep to claim me as his again. After our kiss on the front porch, he had helped me clasp the locket back onto my neck and I suggested for him to come inside. Weston and mom hadn't been home so yes, we had taken advantage of that and ended up exploring each other's lips on the couch. Nothing more than that though.

While we cuddled, I had asked why it had taken him about three weeks to come after me. "I'm sorry about that. After a few days of uhh ... moping around, I realised that I wanted that life you were talking about – where you could just live peacefully with your friends and family around you." A small smile had appeared on his face. "So I was going to come to you, but there were a few more scenes to shoot and I decided to stay to finish the whole movie off."

I had been so incredibly guilty that I ended up telling him that if he wanted to act then I shouldn't be holding him back, but he told me that he had grown out of his Hollywood acting career. Keith had also commented that Henry already had enough money to last a lifetime anyway.

Speaking of Keith, Henry and I met up with him whenever he had time, because he was quite busy now, making a name for himself in Hollywood. I was so happy for him and really appreciated it when he'd deny statements such as 'Everyone suspects you know what's happened to Henry Parker!' from the media. Basically to Hollywood, he's just disappeared off the face of the earth.

It was quite funny actually. Sometimes there would be people in town who would recognise him, but our small neighbourhood was made up of such lovely people that they wouldn't dare dream of ruining our happiness and pass the information onto the media.

It also turned out that the photos of him and Natasha at the beach wasn't a date, but just a talk. Natasha had confessed all about how she had teamed up with Mr Parker and tried to destroy our relationship. Henry had been furious to say the least.