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Authors: J. L. Brooks

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could feel my heart racing.

“I forgive you, Connor.”

With bloodshot eyes, he finally met

my gaze as if he wasn’t sure what he just

heard, so I repeated it.

“I forgive you.”

He closed his eyes and raised his

face to the sky. Feeling the sun shining

down upon him, I could see the weight

lifting off his soul. It only took three

small words to change his whole world

in a split second. He swiftly pulled me

into a tight embrace, and I consoled him

as his chest rattled in quiet weeping.

“Thank you, Violet.”

As we broke apart, he gave a half

smile while looking at the house.

“He worships the ground you walk

on; he told me how he got this for you.”

Stunned for a moment, I never

stopped to think what was really

happening. Shepard came here to get

back the ranch. How he could afford it

never crossed my mind.

“How?”

Connor looked at me and started to

laugh. “The man sold his
Maserati
and

had the money wired in from Austria. It

arrived at the bank a few days ago.

That’s true love.”

Shaking my head, I couldn’t believe

Shepard actually sold Violet. The

thought made me laugh myself.

“What’s so funny?”

“You know what that car’s name

was? Violet.”

His face dropped a little when he

heard what Shepard named his car and

instantly I knew why. Shepard told me it

was a poor substitute for the real thing.

Now that he had me, he didn’t need the

car.

Nothing more was said as I walked

Connor back to his Jeep. Before driving

off, he rolled down the window and

kissed me on the cheek.

“I’ll love you forever ,Violet

Phillips.”

Then he was gone. The others had

moved to the kitchen and had a few

bottles of champagne out, waiting for me

to return. Between the three of them, two

bottles were already gone. Shepard

poured a glass and asked me if I was

okay. Nodding yes, I took the glass and

held it for a moment. As we went to

raise a toast, everyone looked at

Shepard in expectation.

“Since you told me not to ever buy

you any crappy jewelry or expensive

purses, I hope this key ring will serve as

a decent engagement ring.” Dropping

down on one knee, he slid the silver

beer bottle opener with a house key

attached over my left ring finger. “I’m

kidding; I have a real ring for you.”

He winked at me, and I heard the

stairs creak as heavy footsteps made

their way down. Everyone turned around

to see who was coming and I heard

Vivienne let out a whimper. My father

approached us, holding a small velvet

box and handed it to Shepard. His eyes

were red and misted over at witnessing

his little girl being proposed to.

“I asked your father for permission

first, and he’s here, so I am pretty sure

he consents, right?” He turned to my dad

who was holding onto Vivienne’s

shoulders; he smiled and chuckled out

“yes.”

I frowned and looked down at

Shepard. “Isn’t that supposed to be my

response?”

Seeing how nervous he was made

me disintegrate on the spot. He wanted

my heart to be open and unburdened so I

could give it wholly to him. His fingers

slid the beer opener key ring off my hand

and into his pocket. Cracking open the

small black box, he pulled out a simple

gold band, shaped like a double helix

with micro pave diamonds as the sugar

backbone.

To

the

untrained

eye,

someone would simply think it was a

pretty infinity style ring. To me, it was

the blueprint of life, and it couldn’t have

been more perfect.

“Violet Phillips, will you be my

wife?”

After sliding the ring on my finger, I

tackled him on the ground and kissed

him with abandon. I could care less

about forcing the others to watch us

frolic sensually on the tiled floor. They

grabbed the champagne and sat on the

porch until we were finished having our

moment. A little while later, we idly

wandered outside as the sun was starting

to set behind the hills.

Vivienne came up behind us, a little

uneasy on her feet and holding the bottle

in her hands, no longer using the small

plastic glass. “You should get married

here tomorrow. We can have a big party

and invite everyone down. C’mon,

Shepard needs to know what he’s getting

into. I can do your henna in the morning;

it will be dry in time. Get you laced up

again.”

Shepard’s eyebrows quirked up

immediately with the biggest grin and I

knew it was over. The next day, Alessa

and Vivienne worked furiously to get

everything ready. Fortunately, it simply

required a call to the local pastor, a

catering company, and a lot of alcohol.

Shepard and my father dug a giant pit in

the back yard and collected enough

wood to last through the night. Hay bales

were pulled from the barn for seating

and an area was reserved for tents if

people wanted to camp.

As the sun started to set, I called

for Vivienne to assist me in getting

ready. She braided my hair into an

intricate, four strand, coiled design and

tucked in wild flowers along the plait. I

laced up in a sheer white shirt with a

cream colored bodice that had gold

paisley designs swirling around it and a

long filmy skirt. For a touch of humor, I

duct taped my breast to enhance the way

they popped out of the top of the bodice,

knowing full well Shepard would be

distracted the entire evening looking at

them.

Vivienne told me it was time, and

not a sound could be heard aside from

the bells attached to my ankles and the

crackling of the fire. His face glowed as

I walked out of the house down the

makeshift aisle to where he was standing

in front of the warm embers. I had to

keep from laughing as he kept looking

down at my chest while the pastor

spoke. I was pleasantly surprised that a

woman had taken over the town church.

Reverend Cole was more than happy to

accommodate the last minute request.

Being

familiar

with

the

town’s

temporary guest and customs, she didn’t

bat an eyelash at being summoned.

As the multicolored ribbons were

tied around our wrist, the internal dam

broke as Reverend Cole spoke.

“No

one

is

ever

promised

tomorrow. Therefore, today we must

greet each other with love and patience,

trusting in the plan God has for every

one of us. As Violet and Shepard make a

promise to each other before you today,

they willingly accept a life of sacrifice

and eternal devotion. Therefore, what

God has joined together, let no man

separate.”

Although she continued to speak, I

was lost in the vortex of adoration.

Never had I imagined standing in this

place, feeling the overwhelming love

bursting forth and all around me. As I

blinked, her final statement before we

exchanged vows rang through my soul.

“I cannot promise you that it is

going to be easy, but only that it will be

worth it.”

Tambourines banged loudly along

with drums and whistles as we sealed

the agreement with a kiss.
Forever
. We

broke tradition and entertained the

crowd for the first dance, knowing we

wanted to escape as soon as possible.

Shepard played nothing in particular yet

kept the tempo
molto vivace
, while I

danced around the fire, pulling up the

bystanders to join in. Later disappearing

off to the spot by the creek, he unrolled

the blanket from earlier that was tucked

next to the trunk along with another he

brought to ward off the chill. Off in the

distance, drums could still be heard

echoing loudly in the valley under the

light of the moon.

As he lay on his back, I hurriedly

lifted my skirt to make love to him for

the first time as Mrs. Shepard Leone.

Dropping my head back in ecstasy, I

opened my eyes to the sugar coated night

sky, stopping at the bright beam of light

twinkling down on me. It was Shepard’s

star. Sated by exhaustion and bliss, his

fingers trailed aimlessly along the top of

my arm as we looked out over the water.

“You better be here when I wake

up.” Resting my head on his bicep to

curl further into his embrace, I watched

his chest rise and fall, my hands tracing

the shadows of the leaves along his skin.

Feeling sleep beginning to overcome me,

the breeze started to blow lulling me

even further. Just as I closed my eyes,

his lips touched my forehead.

“I’m right here, Violet.”

Acknowledgements

First, I want to thank God for giving

me the talent and drive to pursue writing

with a passion and to experience life

beyond anything I could ever imagine.

My husband for allowing me to

chase whimsy no matter how absurd it

appears.

My friends and family for the love

they give.

And of course, you…

___________________________________________

(Your name here)

Thank you for being a part of my

story!

There were also some very special

people who encouraged this journey

from conception to what you now hold in

your hands. Despite starting as a bet,

(thanks Lisa), to changing the entire

course of my life, I am forever grateful.

My amazing editor Audrey Harte,

thank you will never be enough, Snyder

Smith at Regimental Design for making

my vision a reality, Kimberly Knight for

months of guidance and no bullshit, Lisa

Sax for being the best partner in crime

ever, Nichele Reese because science is

amazing as well as our friendship,

Nacole Stayton for helping me to stay

humble and trusting in God, my fellow

Tasty

Crew

hotties:

Jenn

Cole

Besterman, Megan Hoelscher, Melanie

Dawn, Kelsie Leverich, Jaimi Mac,

Elaine Brenson and Janessa Osborne-

you ladies rock, Shana Shaffer-Ficks for

teaching me about strength, Weston

Roodhouse-your

input,

humor

and

encouragement carried me often, Holly

Malgieri at I Love Indie Books for

giving me a stage, Erika Taylor for

giving me the push to come out of the

writers closet, E.k.Blair and Tania Penn

Hernandez for giving me tools to share

this story, Laura Tepedino Hampton for

keeping me accountable, Mike Gleason,

Rory Benson, James Turlington, Justin

Adair and Corey Robertson-thank you

for many years of honest friendship and

unwavering support, Rachel White and

Nicole Brooks for embracing this side of

me, Julie Bryant, JoEllen Noble,

Rebecca Bilby, Kim Kretzer, Linda

Fultz and all the other incredible ladies

at the HD who have cheered me on, All

of the talented Indie Chixx who give me

a reason to smile on an hourly basis, the

fantastic authors, bloggers and readers I

have met over the past year, and last but

not least, my mama, Rev. Peggy Brooks

for always being proud, no matter what I

do.

Thanks dpgroup forum.

About the Author

JL Brooks lives with her active

family along the Ohio River at the

foothills of the Appalachian Mountains.

A former columnist turned novelist, she

spends most of her time engaged in

women’s health issues and education.

Believing everyone has a story to tell,

chances are she will encourage you to

tell yours.

[email protected]

www.facebook.com/authorjlbrooks

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