Epilogue
Dear Diary,
Today is February 6, 2034. I am 50 years old. Can you believe it? The big 50? Michael gave me this diary for my birthday and I decided I would write what happened in my life.
Well, everyone helped me a lot particularly Michael. He was there every step of the way. Tess, Isabel, Liz and I became best friends and we did everything with each other. I built a contact with Amy and my sister Sophie. It turns out she's pretty cool. Amy and Jim got married when I was 21. Jim became the father I never had and Kyle became my brother. I love them so much. Kyle and I, we had our fights. Most of them were about Michael or Tess. You know those brother- sister-look out for each other fights.
Liz and Max finished with their careers. Max became a doctor and Liz became a scientist like they always planned. They got married and had a baby girl named Michelle Isabel Evans.
Tess and Kyle eloped and got married. When they came back, they told us Tess was pregnant. She gave birth to a little boy that they named Jim Alexander Valenti. I guess they found true love after all.
Isabel and Alex, well, they didn't get married. Don't get me wrong, they stayed together and had twins Mike and Elisabeth. They are the most adorable children you'll ever see. Isabel´s looks and Alex's brain.
What about Michael and me, you ask? Our wedding was beautiful. Just gorgeous. Jim gave me away. Liz was my maid of honour and Tess and Isabel was bridesmaids. Max was Michael's best man. The wedding went perfectly. Michael had changed, he wasn't the closed hearted boy anymore.
He was my husband that I loved with all my heart. Well, I was close to divorcing him when I gave birth to our twins Mary and Martin. I know, I know, a lot of M's. I have never seen Michael so proud in his entire life. Anyway, these two children didn't do anything but make trouble. Let's just say that they are the worst of me and Michael but I love them so much.
All the children became good friends. I thought that Michael was going to kill Mike when we found him in Mary's bed when they were sixteen but I knew that something like that would happen. They got married when they were nineteen and I became a grandmother to a little boy, Sebastian Michael Whitman. My life turned out to be like a fairytale after all, and I hope it never ends.
With Love Maria Rose Deluca Guerin
The End!