One year later
Arlyn mingled through the crowd, making sure to keep her breathing steady and her eyes on either Molly or Cordel. They had both teamed up to insure she came to the book launch. It had taken a little longer than the publishing house wanted to release the book. Cordel had insisted they wait until Arlyn was healthy enough to finish the book and Molly had threatened to quit and take her entire client list with her if they didn’t adhere to Cordel’s demands.
The publishing house had agreed to push the release day back and even covered Arlyn’s hospital bill that wasn’t covered by her insurance. They knew making Arlyn happy was the surest way to make Cordel happy.
She stood by Molly and scanned the crowd for Cordel. Once she found him, she was surprised to find that he was looking at her. Of everyone in the crowded room, he acted as if he saw only her and as she looked at him, she felt as if he were the only one in the room. He had made good on his promise to be patient and in turn she had ventured more and more out of her comfort zone. She wasn’t traveling the world with him, but he had opened the world up to her none-the-less. He was showing her what living was like, instead of just existing.
She gave him a small finger wave, as his assistant, Hillary, ushered him onto the stage.
“Good evening, everyone,” he said. “We’ve heard from the publishing house and fantastic my editor, Molly O’Hanaghan, so I guess it’s my turn to get up here and talk, something we all know I love to do.”
The crowd chuckled.
“When the studio came to me asking if I wanted to write a memoir of sorts, I laughed. I was surprised they knew I could put two words together, much less write a book. I jumped at the chance, or I guess I should say, my ego did.”
Another round of laughter.
“And I knew exactly who I wanted to write it with. Now, it’s common knowledge that I had help. Most of us in the business do, no matter what the others say. I, however, am humble enough to admit it.”
As the crowd laughed again, Arlyn looked at Molly. “You don’t think he’s going to pull me on stage or say my name do you?”
She could feel her nerves racing around in her belly.
“He can’t,” said Molly, “he signed a nondisclosure, remember.”
“Do you really think that’ll stop him?”
“Now, I can’t say this person’s name. I’m legally obligated to keep it a secret or I would shout it from the rooftops. I couldn’t have done it without them. This person not only found me on the page, but they helped me see the world in a different light. That it is okay to be still and appreciate the bliss of not having to run anywhere. This person has made me understand the world from a completely different angle, and I am a better person for it.” He held up his glass of champagne. “So let us salute those who got me this far, my parents, God bless them for not strangling me during my teens, the publishing house, The Voyage Channel, my staff and crew, Hillary, my fantastic assistant, Molly, and those people who have helped me all along the way become what I am, especially the one that I can’t name.” He looked right at Arlyn. “To you I say thank you and I love you.”
The crowd drank and applauded as Cordel stepped off the stage. Hillary handed him a book as he made his way to Arlyn.
“Great speech,” she said. “Thank you for not mentioning me.”
“I knew you wouldn’t want it,” said Cordel as he kissed her on the cheek. “But I did get you a book.”
He held up a copy of his memoir.
“I have that book,” she said. “It’s a best seller, all serious book owners need one on their shelf.”
“You might have a book, but you don’t have this one,” said Cordel. “It’s a signed copy. Go ahead, read the inscription.”
Arlyn took the book and flipped it open to the title page:
My dearest Arlyn,
I hope you will continue this grand adventure with me for the rest of our lives? Will you marry me?
Tears of joy swam in Arlyn’s eyes as she closed the book and nodded. Cordel wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tight. She worried she might go into cataplexy, because she had never been so happy, but she also knew if she fell, he would catch her.
Note from the author:
Thank you so much for taking this journey with me. I appreciate you all understanding that this is a rough draft. Thank you for ignoring my typos, grammar mistakes, and other errors. Dream On will now go through my quality control of content edits, copy edits, and Beta edits. The story will change, it always does, so I hope when the e-book becomes available you will take this journey with me again. A writer is nothing without readers, I couldn’t do it without you. Thank you for your support.
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