JENNIE: ON A TUESDAY

Epilogue

Two years later

I WRAPPED THE LAST of today's canvas orders and made sure I'd signed my name on their boxes in bright, pink ink. Within the past two years, All is A Cafés Galleries had become one of the top ten gallery collectives in the city. I'd gone from owning eight locations to sixteen, and my team was composed of some of the most talented artists in the world.

Our art was displayed in over twenty international hotels, and we were receiving design requests from corporate businesses by the hundreds. We also had a new, twenty-year contract with the National Football League to paint ten-foot portraits of each season's MVP.

"Are you guys still open?" a soft voice called across the showroom.

I set down a box and headed downstairs. "No, we're actually about to—Jisoo?" I walked over and hugged her. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to buy some of your art."

"You hate my art."

She laughed. "No, I hated your last collection. I love everything else."

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming into town?" I asked. "I could have made dinner reservations."

"I'll remember that next time."

"Did you fly all the way here because you really think I won't tell Lisa I'm pregnant?" I asked. "Because I'm going to do it tonight. I promise."

She didn't answer. She simply smiled and walked over to my work-in-progress.

Before I could ask her how long she'd be in town, my parents walked inside. Then Mino. Then Rosé.

What the...

"You all know the hours of my gallery." I crossed my arms. "You all also know that I'm not done with your orders from this month, so if this is your sneaky way of banding together and forcing me to put your orders in front of my paying customers, then you have another thing coming."

Jisoo and Mino looked at each other and laughed. My parents shook their heads and gave me their typical, "Oh, Jennie..."

"So, wait," Rosé said. "If that was our intention tonight, does that mean it's possible that I can get my MVP portrait sooner? Because, I mean, I can totally rethink my presence here and I've already cleared the space in my condo for the replica version."

Jisoo slapped the back of her head.

"Is it someone's birthday, then?" I asked, glancing at the calendar on the wall. It was October seventeenth, a Tuesday—and that date didn't apply to any of their birthdays or milestones.

They ignored my question and started talking amongst themselves, leaving me beyond confused.

I pulled out my phone to ask Lisa if I'd somehow forgotten about an important event, but she suddenly walked through the doors, making me lose my train of thought. It still amazed me that after all these years, she was still capable of making me blush at the very sight of her. That I never failed to feel a magnetic pull in her direction when she entered a room.

"Hey." I walked over to her and kissed her lips. "Am I forgetting something? Why is everyone here?"

"Because they all know I was supposed to do this nine years ago."

This? I turned around and looked at them, but they were now staring at me.

"Lisa, what—" I gasped when I turned around and saw her getting down on one knee. Her eyes were locked on mine, and she looked more nervous now than I'd ever seen her.

"Jennie Kim..." She grabbed my hand and kept her voice low. "The past two years have been the best two years of my life, and I know for a fact that the seven before never felt quite right because you weren't in the picture."

Tears welled in my eyes as she pulled a box from her pocket.

"I fell in love with you months after we met in college, and I knew then that you were the only one for me." She squeezed my hand. "You are undoubtedly the love of my life, and I want to be with you forever. I know you always need weeks to give me an answer to my questions, but I'm hoping you'll make an exception for this one. Will you—"

"Yes." I didn't give her a chance to finish. "Yes."

The End.