“I can’t.” She runs a palm down the flatness of her toned stomach. “I need to fit into that form-fitting bridesmaid dress you’re making me wear.”
I roll my eyes because I votedagainstthe dress. However, that’s an old fight that I’m not going to rehash now. “It won’t add ten pounds.”
She gives me a blank stare. “Do you know how many millionaires are going to be at that wedding?”
“Oh, for the love of?—”
“Miss Stetson?”
I glance over at the male voice that just protruded through my sentence and find a huge bouquet of white roses mixed with evergreen boughs and frosted pinecones with pops of red berries inside.
It’s absolutely stunning.
Then, I look at the middle-aged man holding them.
“These are for you.”
He hands them to me, and I mindlessly take the delivery, feeling the weight of the flowers, and I’m…speechless.
“Can you sign, please?”
“I got it,” Nettie says, plucking his clipboard and quickly scribbles her name. “Have a good day.”
“You, too, ma’am.”
My fingers graze over one rose, feeling undeniably special when Nettie gushes, “There’s a note!”
Taking the flowers from me, Nettie replaces them with said envelope. I already know who they’re from. Bobby knows I absolutely love flowers, but specifically white roses.
Peeling the small envelope open, I tug at the little business card-sized letter.
I can’t wait any longer. I need you to be mine.
Marry me.
Tonight.
Rooftop of the Walton Hotel.
Just me and you.
— B
Marry me.
Tonight.
A shaky exhale escapes my lips as I stare down at his handwriting. Everything in my soul swells with hope, love, and, honestly, wonder.
Our engagement has been a whirlwind. With our careers, his schedule, my nonprofit, and everything in between, it’s when Bobby does things like this that make me fall in love with him all over again.
That gives me those butterflies I had when we first met.
He never forgets to carve out time to send me flowers, lunch, or pieces of jewelry as a ‘thinking of you’gesture.
Yes, I’d love nothing more than for him to hand-deliver them himself or give them to me, but it’s our reality.
I’m going to be his wife by the end of the night.
