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The Wester Legacy

It had been 19 seasons in Copperdale. The move came after a series of financial troubles with the Wester family ranch and a horse-racing scandal that tainted their name. With no choice but to leave their beloved country life behind, Tiffany and Kyle Wester uprooted their twin teenage daughters, Rose and Sabrina, and moved into an old, inherited family home.

For Kyle, the transition wasn’t just geographical—it was personal. Feeling like a failure, he took up a job in Business Marketing, a field he loathed but accepted for the sake of his family. “The only riches,” his late father had told him, “are the smiles of the family you’ve built.” Kyle held onto those words, drawing strength from the love of his daughters, even as he watched his dream life fade into the past.

The twins had been unexpected. Tiffany vividly remembered the moment she spotted the second baby on the sonogram—before the doctor even noticed. Unprepared but determined, Tiffany and Kyle had embraced parenthood. To their relief, the girls were easy babies, almost unnervingly so. While other parents battled sleepless nights, Tiffany found herself worried about their unusual independence. As toddlers, the girls seemed more like a self-contained unit than two individuals.

Tiffany felt adrift. The ranch had been her entire life—a chaotic but fulfilling blend of motherhood and managing animals. Cows, sheep, horses, even a llama—there was always something to do. Now, her days were empty. She saw the girls off to school in the morning, exchanged pleasantries with Emily, the postlady, on Wednesdays, and tried to make peace with the silence. Kyle, in a misguided attempt to “help,” hired a maid to come every other day, leaving Tiffany feeling even more useless. She loved her family and appreciated the life Kyle was trying so hard to build, but she couldn’t shake the gnawing sense that her potential was slipping through her fingers. She needed purpose—a job, a project, something. But how could she tell Kyle that the life he was sacrificing so much to provide wasn’t enough for her? And how could she admit that she could see it was killing him too?

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Tiffany and Kyle Wester?

Tiffany stood near the wedding arch, her fingers brushing over the soft petals of the roses. She adjusted a ribbon for the third time, her meticulous nature refusing to let a single detail be out of place for Sasha’s big day. The late afternoon sunlight streamed through the chapel’s stained glass windows, casting fractured colors onto the floor. Kyle leaned against a pew, watching her, his hands tucked into his pockets, the cool metal of the engagement ring pressing against his palm.

The ceremony had been perfect. The old wood of the chapel creaked like it was sharing in their joy, and the organ’s soft melody had filled the air with nostalgia. Tiffany had been stunning in her mauve bridesmaid dress, her face lighting up with every smile she gave Sasha or any of the guests. But it wasn’t just her beauty—it was her spirit. She’d commanded the day with grace, whether smoothing over a catering mishap or calming Sasha’s pre-wedding jitters.

As the reception wound down, Kyle couldn’t help but be captivated by her. Even in the chaos, she moved with a confidence that made his heart ache in the best way.

When the last of the chairs were folded and Sasha and Andrew drove off into the golden dusk, Kyle found Tiffany outside the chapel. She was barefoot now, her heels dangling from one hand, her hair loose and wild from a long day. She leaned against him, her exhaustion evident but softened by her contentment.

“My feet are killing me,” she muttered, resting her head briefly against his shoulder.

“If you were my wife,” Kyle said, his voice low and warm, “your feet would never hurt.”

Tiffany let out a soft chuckle, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “I believe you, honey,” she teased lightly.

He turned to face her, the sunset painting his features in amber light. The words formed in his chest before he could second-guess himself. He cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing over her skin as he leaned in and kissed her, deeply and deliberately, like he’d been waiting years to do it.

When they parted, her breath hitched slightly, and he smiled at the way her eyes searched his.

“You think you’ll be my wife?” he asked, his voice thick with his Southern drawl.

“Are you asking or telling?” she quipped, but her grin softened the sarcasm.

“Askin’,” he replied, the word rich with quiet intensity.

Tiffany tilted her head, pretending to think, but the gleam in her eye gave her answer away before she spoke. “I will,” she whispered. Her smile grew as she slipped her arms around his neck, resting her head against his chest.

They stood there, bathed in the fading light, the historic chapel behind them and the horizon stretching out ahead. The college village hummed with quiet life, but for them, the world felt still—just the two of them and the promise of forever.

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The Wedding

After months of carefully rebuilding their friendship, Tiffany received the invitation. Celebrating Sasha & Andrew. Her eyes lingered on the elegant lettering, bile rising in her throat. There it was, a neatly folded card with a gold border, inviting her to witness her former best friend’s “happily ever after.”

She nearly tossed it in the trash. But then, a thought hit her—Kyle. The idea of walking into the wedding with him made the whole ordeal bearable, maybe even worth it. The mental image of Kyle in a sleek suit, fingers brushing hers during slow dances, softened the bitterness.

Kyle, on the other hand, was ecstatic about the invitation. He wasn’t close to Sasha or Andrew—Tiffany had only explained bits and pieces of the history—but to him, a wedding was more than a party. It was an opportunity.

His heart had been full to bursting for months, Tiffany taking up space in every corner of it. The plan to propose had weighed on him through their last semester, a heavy but hopeful thought. He couldn’t stop imagining her reaction, or their future together. Would her eyes light up with shock and happiness? Or would she hesitate, say no?

The ring sat hidden in his drawer, wrapped in a small velvet box. It wasn’t perfect—he’d spent countless nights comparing shapes and stones, trying to find the closest thing to what she’d dreamed of wearing. He’d saved every spare dollar, sometimes skipping meals just to make sure he could take her out to that hot new restaurant everyone in Newcrest raved about.

But timing was the problem. When was the right moment? A candlelit dinner? A scenic park stroll? Or maybe, just maybe, at the wedding itself—when love and promises hung thick in the air.

For now, Kyle kept the box hidden and his nerves in check. He’d wait for the right moment. Because if there was one thing he was sure of, it was this: Tiffany was worth waiting for.

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Things between Kyle and Tiffany grow closer as neither of them want to play games.

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Tiffany & Kyle meet

Tiffany laughed, a little nervous, but intrigued by his boldness. She’d spent too much time in her own head lately, second-guessing everything and everyone. Kyle, on the other hand, didn’t seem to have any reservations. There was a certain charm about him, even if his opening line was completely out of left field.

“Okay, cowboy, what’s your name?” Tiffany asked, a smirk tugging at her lips.

“Kyle,” he said, his grin wide and unabashed. “And I swear, I’m better at beer pong than I am at pickup lines. But you already knew that, didn’t you?” His eyes twinkled with a mix of humor and genuine interest.

Tiffany hesitated, taking a long sip of her drink, weighing her options. She wasn’t exactly looking for a serious relationship, not after everything with Sasha. But there was something about Kyle. His awkwardness felt real, like he wasn’t pretending to be someone else. And maybe, just maybe, that was exactly what she needed.

“Alright, Kyle. Prove it. Let’s see if you’re as good at beer pong as you are at charm.”

The challenge was thrown, and Kyle grinned, delighted.

“Game on, Honey,” he said, his Southern drawl thickening, making Tiffany’s heart beat just a little faster.

The night flew by with laughter and playful competition, and by the end, Tiffany found herself drawn to Kyle in a way she hadn’t expected. He was kind and easy to talk to, and more than that, he seemed to see her. Not as some unattainable figure or a student just trying to fit in, but as Tiffany—someone who needed a little adventure, a little warmth, and maybe someone who could make her laugh through the awkwardness.

They didn’t win the beer pong tournament, but it didn’t matter. What mattered was that, for the first time in a long while, Tiffany didn’t feel alone.

As they parted ways that night, Kyle leaned in, his voice low but full of promise.

“I don’t know what happens next, but I’d love to find out with you, Tiffany Heelers.”

And just like that, a spark was lit between them, something unexpected but undeniably real.