“I know what you’re going to say,” Rebecca said, her voice soft. “You don’t have to explain. I get it, and I support you. You can’t let one bad experience scare you off forever. Besides, George is nothing like Lance Smith. Choosing him will be the best decision you ever make.”
A genuine smile lit up Jessica’s face. “You know, you always seem to show up when I’m at my most lost and point me in the right direction, telling me I can’t go wrong.”
Rebecca raised an eyebrow. “And have I ever been wrong?”
Jessica shook her head firmly. “Never.”
“There you have it,” Rebecca said with a grin. “The path I’m pointing you down now is the right one, too. You just get ready to be happy.”
Jessica threw her arms around Rebecca. “Who would have thought we’d end up being best friends?”
Rebecca patted her back. “I still remember when we were eight and you pushed me off the swing set. I got three stitches on my forehead. The scar is still there. Maybe I should get some payback?”
Jessica laughed into her shoulder.
—
Everything went smoothly after that. Jessica didn’t know how George had convinced his grandfather, Arthur, to accept her, and she didn’t need to. The fact was, he had.
The news that Anthony George was marrying a divorced woman with a child spread like wildfire, shocking high society. To be honest, Jessica was just as shocked.
Before the wedding, she asked him, “When did you first fall in love with me?”
George kissed her forehead. “Let me tell you a story. There was a boy named Wayne George who was always a rebel. At sixteen, he fell in love with a girl from a poor family. His father, Arthur, refused to accept their relationship and forced them apart, arranging a marriage for Wayne with a girl from a more suitable family. It was a loveless marriage, but they had a child. When that child was three, Wayne took him to get his vaccinations and ran into his ex-girlfriend. In that moment of distraction, he lost his son.”


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