ELLA

The next morning, Henry is sitting by the path waiting for me, and daisies are lined up all along his collar, circling his entire droopy neck in white petals. A huge smile spreads across my face as I reach down to pull them out one by one, giving Henry lots of love while I do. We head down the path, and when we step into the clearing, Beau is waiting for me on Pierre.

He has a bridle on the horse but no saddle, and he’s the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. He’s in jeans, a white t-shirt, the same red baseball cap, and brown work boots since...