He let go of her hand, leaned back, and pulled the ring box from his pocket, but kept it under the table.
“This wine is really good.”
He smiled, while plucking the engagement ring from the box. With his left hand, he grabbed his wine glass and took a sip to keep up appearances.
Savannah’s eyes danced over his face. “Are you okay?”
He put his right hand over her left again. “Sweetheart, I’m fine.”
As deftly as he could, he slipped the ring onto her third finger.
Her warm brown eyes widened, and she looked down. When she looked back to him, her mouth was slightly open. “No bended knee?”
He wiped his hands down his thighs. “I don’t know why, but this made me nervous as fuck. I’d rather break up ten bar fights. If I’d done the knee thing, I might’ve passed out, then Muriel would be pissed.”
She threw her head back and laughed. Then she leaned forward. “Hate to say it, but she’s gonna be pissed when she finds out you went unconventional.”
He slid the ring off her finger making a mental note to have it sized because it was too loose.
After a deep breath, he stood and dropped to one knee, holding the square-cut diamond engagement ring in front of him. “Savannah Smythe, will you do me the honor of spending the rest of your life with me as my wife?”
Savannah put her hand to her mouth. “I love how you did that. Yes. Of course I will.”
He slid the ring back onto her finger. Her eyes shimmered with moisture as she cupped his cheeks in her hands and leaned down to kiss him.
The sound of polite clapping made him smile and break the kiss.
A flash distracted him, and he wondered who would take their picture.
As he took his seat again, a middle-aged woman approached their table. “I don’t mean to intrude, but my daughter just got engaged and she wishes someone would have taken her picture. So… I thought you might like the moment. I can airdrop it to you if you have the right kind of phone.”
Savannah gushed her thanks and pulled out her iPhone.
Punc grabbed his glass, but he drank more than just wine. He drank in the gorgeous sight of his woman looking downright radiant with happiness.
He couldn’t wait to see her on their wedding day.
Savannah
Two years later…
“Are you sure you’re not contagious?” Catalina asked.
That was a loaded question at this point. If I’d shared with Punc, I’d have no issue telling my sister that I wasn’t contagious. However, until my man knew what was going on, I wasn’t telling anybody.
“I’m fine,” I said, stepping out of the bathroom.
Cat widened her eyes and tilted her head. “I sure hope that’s true, because it’s nearly go-time. You gotta get into this gown, sis.”
“I know.”
Catalina wandered to the other side of the hotel room and rummaged in her makeup case.
Alanis brought my wedding gown over to me.
I grinned and took the dress from her. “I’ll be just a minute.”
She nodded and spoke in a low voice. “For being a college grad and now a pre-med student, how is it that your sister isn’t picking up what you’ve been throwing down all morning? Or should I say throwing up?”
