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after the “ceremony,” walking hand in hand. Although Arizona isn’t necessarily famous for its white, sandy beaches, I am in bliss. I am officially Mrs. Mason Dale Taylor. Only a few months ago, this was just a dream. I guess my cynical mind was wrong when I thought love was only for fairy tales. Somehow, my life magically has turned into a storybook. I don’t want to question how it happened because I like the feeling too much.
    “You know your name is now officially Taylor Taylor, right?” Mason says, laughing.
    “Yeah, I know. How about we just say Caldwell-Taylor?” I laugh at how ridiculous my new name sounds.
    “Taylor Caldwell-Taylor; it grows on you.” Mason is still laughing.
    The smile disappears when I realize I still have to go home tonight. I already know my parents aren’t going to approve of the marriage. They barely approve of my relationship with Mason. My mother already believes that we’re moving too fast. I have no idea how Jackson will react, and that terrifies me the most.
    “What’s wrong?” he asks tipping my chin up.
    “I don’t want to go home tonight. I want to spend the rest of the night with you,” I say, admiring the diamond on my finger. “You know, I still think it’s tacky that you bought your own wedding band. That was my job!” I force a smile.
    “Well, think of it as me taking extra work off your hands. And you don’t have to go back tonight; I have a hotel already booked for us.”
    “Can you get any more amazing?”
    “I’m sure I have a few more tricks up my sleeve,” he says, giving me that million-dollar smile and a kiss.
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    I wake up in the morning remembering the night before and wondering if it was real or not. I look down at my left hand and see the diamond from my wedding ring staring back at me, letting me know there was nothing fake about it. I still can’t grasp the reality that I am married to Mason Taylor. But I guess this is how all newlyweds feel.
    “Morning, babe,” Mason greets me with a kiss.
    “Good morning.”
And what a good morning it is
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    “We have to check out soon, and I have to go help Peyton pack his things.”
    “Pack his things? Why is he packing?” I ask, barely awake.
    “He’s moving out. He is now officially an emancipated minor. He has his own apartment already. But my parents will still be helping him out.”
    “Why is he leaving?”
    “I don’t know. I guess it’s just something he wants to do. I was thinking we should do that. You know, since we’re a married couple now. I’ll leave that house to my parents. I actually looked at a co-op apartment that’s perfect for us. My parents are the ones who designed it so you already know the setup is quite nice.”
    “I guess that means we’ll have to work.”
    “I’ll have to work. I already accepted a position at my parent’s business that pays really well. I wouldn’t want you getting all stressed out.”
    “You think your parents will be okay with us being married and living together?”
    “Honestly, they won’t care. As long as I’m happy, that’s all that matters to them. They approved of this entire marriage thing from the start. I’m sure they wouldn’t care about me moving out.”
    “Wow, I can’t believe Peyton is moving out. He couldn’t wait until he turned eighteen?” I ask, changing the subject back to Peyton. I’m not in the mood to hear how cool his parents are about us getting married when I knew that when I get home, I’ll be walking through the gates of hell.
    “Well, Peyton is only sixteen. His birthday comes later than ours; it’s in December. So I guess he felt like he’d be waiting forever. Even though it’s not that much longer.”
    I still can’t figure Peyton out and now I may never get the chance since he’s moving out of Mason’s house. It has started to bother me how obsessed I’ve become with Peyton’s character. Maybe because I feel as if he’s the other half of me that I’ve been missing—that other