It Starts with Love

Epilogue - Monte Carlo

A/N: Today marks two months since I uploaded this story and three months since I started writing. It has been a journey, guys, but it's not yet over. I'm planning on uploading at least two bonus chapters and it'll be a flashback to Indian Wells and Miami because we all want to know what really happened there. It will come after a few more chapters of Break to Love. I have absolutely loved writing this story and I really hope you guys would support the sequel even though it's not Sascha-centric anymore.

I would also like to dedicate this chapter to my good friend @Dragonskater123 because she has been a great help in the whole writing process of this story. Fun fact, Break to Love is also dedicated to her.

Anyway, I've babbled on for too long so let's get right into the epilogue. Please don't kill me but I reallyyyy want you guys to read the TSIquel (see what I did there???). Love lots, Katelyn.

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    "I got it!" Taliana yelled. She lined up the smash and swung. The ball went straight into the net. Marcelo and Mischa bent over in laughter while Taliana covered her face in embarrassment. She and Sascha were playing doubles against them at the Monte Carlo Country Club.

    "Hey, Talia, you know I'm taller right?" Sascha asked.

    "But you're so slow."

    Sascha grinned. "Next time, leave the smashes to me, baby. Apparently, the net is too high for you."

    Taliana rolled her eyes at him.

    Marcelo and Mischa's laughter became louder and they both clutched their stomach. In between laughs, Marcelo said, "Best smash I ever see."

    "And you've got the best English, Melo," Sascha teased him in Taliana's defense.

    Mischa straightened up, still laughing. "Down, boys. We're just playing for fun."

    "Let them be, Mischa. I'm bored, I want to see some action," Taliana hooted.

    "Sascha, she wants some action," Marcelo joked.

    Taliana's racquet flew out of her hand and hit Marcelo.

    Sascha laughed at Taliana's outburst and handed his own racquet for her to throw at Marcelo. She took it and threw it again. This time, the racquet didn't find its mark. Marcelo had taken cover behind the bench at the side.

    "Come on, guys. Stop it." Mischa stepped in between Taliana and Marcelo.

    "Let's just keep playing. I want to win this," Taliana said.

    Marcelo went back to his position behind Mischa. "Let's make this interesting. If you win, you can have Sascha all to yourself. If I win, you can have him back at the end of the week."

    "Deal," Taliana agreed. She was a hundred percent sure Sascha wouldn't let them win and she wouldn't either.

    "Don't I get a say in this?" Sascha asked.

    "No," Taliana and Marcelo said in unison.

    "Your serve, Sasch," Mischa called.

    "I'll start serving when you guys stop talking," Sascha said. Marcelo and Mischa were bent over again laughing harder than they did a while ago.

    Taliana slowly turned to look at Sascha at the baseline. She wasn't amused. "What did you say?"

    Sascha's ears turned red and he grinned at her sheepishly. "Sorry. It was funny."