Unforgettable: Book Three (A Hollywood Love Story #3)(41)

I smile and then turn to face Beatrice, who’s still in a state of shock.

“This is my fiancé,” I say brightly.

She clasps a bony hand to her still wide-open mouth. “Oh my God, you’re marrying Brandon Taylor?”

“Yup.”

“In just a few minutes,” chimes in Brandon with a Cheshire grin. He straightens the spaghetti straps of my ivory dress, the one Chaz gave me for my birthday. Little did I know it would be my wedding gown. Nor did I ever think my birthday wish would come true.

“Wait right here,” Beatrice says eagerly. Her demeanor and tone have totally changed. My eyes stay on her as she scurries to the back of the store.

“Do you like any of these?” asks Brandon, gazing down at the display case. “You can have anyone you want.”

I sigh. “You know what. I don’t need a ring. I just need you.”

He draws me into his arms. His hardness pressing against my abdomen only magnifies the feelings this incredible man has for me. His piercing violet eyes claim mine.

“The same, baby. Let’s just pick out some wedding bands and head over to The Four Seasons.”

He tilts up my chin with a thumb and his lips crash onto my mine. Our tongues twirl and swirl in another passionate embrace. I can’t get enough of him. And I still can’t believe this fairy tale has come true.

“I have something you may like.” Beatrice’s voice breaks us away. Flushed, I meet her gaze. Her steel-gray eyes are twinkling. She sets a small Tiffany-blue box on the glass counter and slowly takes off the lid.

I clap my hand to my mouth and gasp. Oh my God! It’s my ring! The breathtaking amethyst and diamond one I fell in love with! The ring whose stone reminded me of Brandon’s violet eyes and fit me perfectly.


Beatrice smiles at me warmly. “It’s a one of a kind so I kept it in our safe. I had a hunch you might come back for it one day.”

With tears in my eyes, I hug her. “I don’t know how to thank you.”

“I do,” says Brandon, enjoying my emotional fireworks. “Let’s do this right.”

My misty eyes never stray from him as he removes the ring from the box and gets down on one knee. He clasps my left hand.

“I love you, Zoey Hart, with all my heart, from here to the moon and back. Marry me.”

The entire staff of Tiffany’s has gathered around us, but I’m almost oblivious. Rivulets of tears stream down my cheeks as the man I will cherish forever slips the magnificent ring onto my ring finger. My heart is exploding with love, and my body is overflowing with joy. I hear Mama. She’s here somewhere, watching over me. Singing “Moon River.” Her beautiful nightingale voice fills my head while two beautiful violet eyes fill my sight.

“Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!”

Oohs, aahs, and applause break out all around us. Another all-consuming scorching kiss drowns out the crowd.

Oh, Brandon Taylor. My dream maker…Wherever you’re going, I’m going your way.





Brandon


When we return to The Four Seasons, the place is swarming with news crews, reporters, and cops. I have no clue if the production team from Katrina’s show is still here, but for sure, our guests have abandoned the hotel. Well, all except Blake Burns and his wife Jennifer, who are mingling with the Conquest Broadcasting news crew. I quickly find out from one of the officers that Scott’s still alive and has been transported to Cedars. In the corner of my eye, I see Katrina’s mother Enid talking to one of the reporters. She catches sight of me as well as Zoey, who’s holding Gucci (minus the tutu) by his leash. Leaving the reporter hanging, she stomps up to me.

“Where the hell have you been?”

I contain my laughter. “I’ve been busy saving lives.”

Steam blows out of her nostrils. I can virtually see it. “The only life you should be saving is my daughter’s. She’s been arrested!”

“She deserves to be.” In the car ride over here, Zoey filled me in on everything she discovered on Katrina’s cell phone. The f*cking psycho bitch. Not only did she run me over, but she also was after my money and screwing around with Scott—something I always suspected. There are still a lot of missing pieces and unanswered questions, including motives and Scott’s relationship with Donatelli. But I’m sure they’ll unfold in the weeks to come.

Enid’s taut face scrunches as much as it can. “The bail is set at one hundred thousand dollars. You need to take care of it immediately!”

I’ve had enough of Enid and Katrina spending my money.

Rage flickers in Enid’s unblinking eyes. “What the hell are you waiting for? Chop chop!”

And I’ve had it with all her chop chops.

“I’m afraid I can’t.”

Enid grows hysterical, her voice shrill. “What do you mean? You’re her fiancé. You’re supposed to be marrying her!”

I stare at her squarely. “Enid, I had no intention of marrying Katrina.”

“What?” says Zoey before Enid can.

I take her into my arms and kiss the top of her head. “Baby, it was always going to be you.”

Zoey gazes up at me with puppy eyes that make me melt.

Enid’s face turns as dark as her heart. “What the hell to you mean?”