Epilogue

I wasn't seeing double. My eyes scanned the dance floor in the wedding reception's venue. There were familiar faces... But I wasn't seeing the one that was most familiar to me. An almost exact replica of it—but not Gray's. Even if her dress was color-coordinated to match the outfits of the entire entourage, it shouldn't be this difficult for me to spot her.

I darted my gaze around the venue. Friendlily, I waved at the twins' second cousin who'd pointed me in the direction of Apartment 202 more than two years ago. Each and every time I saw him, I made sure to thank him. But I was certain...