“It was a newspaper, called the Grooms’ Gazzette. Had a list of men seeking brides. We could put an ad in for you, Hank.”
Hank’s cheeks reddened even more and he pulled his hat further down his forehead. “I think the party’s inside. Follow me.”
“Well, it wasn’t a no,” Sadie whispered to Suzanne as Tripp grabbed her hand and pulled her inside.
Sadie’s cheeks hurt from smiling and her hand was sore from meeting so many people, all wanting to shake the hand of Tripp’s bride. She’d met many of them in the restaurant, but her heart swelled at the formal introductions as Mrs. Morgan and the endless compliments on the restaurant’s success.
“I know the food wasn’t as good as at the restaurant, Tripp, but I hope it was good enough for you,” Beau said, smiling and nodding his head toward Sadie.
Sadie’s hand went to her chest as she said, “Oh, my. It was wonderful. Couldn’t have been better, and thank you for your kind reception.”
“It could have been anything as far as I’m concerned, as long as I didn’t have to cook it,” Tripp said.
Sadie’s elbow poked Tripp’s side and his eyes widened as he looked at her.
“What?” he laughed, following Beau as he led them to the cake on the patio.
“It’s beautiful,” Sadie said. The tiered cake was frosted in white with pink rosebuds surrounding the layers.
“Only the best for you two, although the real best was not available” Beau said as he handed Sadie the knife with a wink.
Tripp placed his hands over Sadie’s, whispering, “I love you, Mrs. Morgan.”
“I love you, too, Mr. Morgan,” Sadie said as she gazed into his eyes.
In Chicago, she never thought she’d be this lucky, to have both of her favorite things near her always—the restaurant and her husband.
The spell was broken as the girls giggled and rushed over to Sadie, no longer waiting patiently for cake.
James slapped Tripp on the back, congratulating him loudly, as Suzanne pulled her sister into a hug, her eyes glistening as she stepped back and rested her hand on her twin’s cheek.
“I knew it would all turn out all right.”
“Thank you, Suzanne. It wouldn’t have happened without you, even from the very beginning. Thank you for inviting me out.”
“Ah, I always knew it would. Sometimes you just know these things,” Suzanne said as she ushered the girls to their seats.
“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Sadie,” Tripp said as he pulled a chair out for her.
She turned to him, and as she wrapped her arms around his neck, she whispered in his ear, “Then it’s a good thing you’ll never have to find out.”
The End
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