The Teacher's Billionaire

alone.
    Dylan kissed her again. “Whatever you want. As long as I have you, I don’t care.”

Epilogue
    This is it.
Callie gazed at her reflection in the full-length mirror. In less than an hour she would be Mrs. Dylan Talbot. She still found it hard to believe sometimes. It was like she was living in a dream and at some point she would hear her alarm go off and she’d wake up. But then again she’d been feeling a bit like that every day since learning the truth about her father more than a year ago.
    “You look gorgeous,” Lauren, her maid of honor, said coming up next to her. “He’s going to be speechless when he sees you.”
    “Dylan might be looking at me, but every other man here will be looking at you. You look fabulous.” Callie wasn’t exaggerating either. The royal blue gown looked as if it had been designed just for Lauren.
    “I doubt that. Everyone is going to have their eyes on you.”
    Fidgeting, she tried to think about just Dylan and not the hundreds of guests waiting outside on the lawns of Cliff House. Though they’d tried to keep the guest list small, there had been too many people that they had to invite. In the end the list had maxed out at three hundred.
    “Don’t do that. You’re going to spoil your lipstick,” Lauren scolded Callie has she began to chew on her bottom lip.
    Smoothing out her dress she replied, “I can’t help it. I’m so nervous. What if something goes wrong?”
    Lauren was about to answer when there was a knock at the bedroom door. “Is it okay to come in?” Warren called from the other side.
    “All clear Mr. President,” Lauren answered picking up her bouquet to leave. “Everything will be perfect. I’ll meet you downstairs, Callie.” After giving her one last hug, Lauren left as Warren came into the room.
    Warren didn’t immediately say anything. Rather he looked at her with misty eyes. Then after clearing his throat he said, “Elizabeth and I are so happy you’re part of our family, Callie. I know it was strained between the two of you at first but she has come to care for you like another daughter.”
    Strained was one way of putting it. From the very beginning Callie’s relationship with Elizabeth was awkward and it only became more so immediately after she and Dylan had announced their engagement. But slowly they had gotten to know each other and now she thought of Elizabeth as almost a second mother. She’d been especially helpful planning the wedding, which had all of the paparazzi in the country interested.
    “I just wish I’d learned about you sooner.” He paused as if overcome with emotion. “I feel as though I missed out on so much with you.”
    Callie choked back some tears of her own. Her father had been wonderful to her since their first meeting, and their relationship had only grown stronger since then. “Me too,” she admitted giving him a hug.
    “We better get you downstairs.” His voice was thick with emotion. “There is a very anxious groom waiting for you. If I don’t get you down there soon I think he’ll come storming up here himself.”
    Warren handed Callie her bouquet of roses and calla lilies. “The two of you are going to be very happy,” he predicted. “You won’t find a better man.”
    Callie linked her arm through her father’s. “I know.”
    Arm and arm they walked through the mansion and out onto the sprawling lawns. It was a picture perfect late May afternoon. Originally they’d wanted a fall wedding, but had decided it was a bad idea to have the wedding so close to the election. And a winter wedding had been out because Callie really wanted the ceremony to be held at Cliff House, where their relationship had essentially begun. So in the end they had settled on late spring.
    As soon as Rachel, Ashley, and Sara, Callie’s three bridesmaids, and Lauren reached the steps of the Tea House which was serving as the alter, the orchestra began to play the traditional bridal march. She asked Sara to be in the wedding not because the two had become friends but because she knew Dylan would want her there. Callie suspected that was the only reason she agreed.
    All together the diverse group of guests stood to watch Callie proceed toward Dylan accompanied by her father. And it was possibly the most eclectic group to ever attend a wedding. Schoolteachers, waitresses, and nurses sat along side secret service agents, English aristocrats, and multimillionaires. Callie didn’t really see any of them though as