One Hundred Eight
EPILOGUE
FOUR YEARS LATER...
Isabella
"It's a boy!"
"YES!!" both Dante and Emma exclaim at the same time when the Confetti cannons pops with a blue colour. Dante lifts his three year old daughter in the air and they both shriek with joy.
Our first born turned out to be a girl and Dante was very happy to have become a girl-dad but I know he has also been yearning for a boy even though he has never told me that. The grin on his face right now says it all.
He places Emma on the floor and dashes to lift me of the ground. I share his happiness, congratulating the both of us. He is finally going to have his heir.
"Congratulations, Dante," Gabrielle says, and they vigorously shake hands.