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When the house finally quiets, Daisy curls up near the couch.
Natalie stands in the living room.
No parents.
No Mason.
No audience.
Just us.
“You okay?” I ask.
“Yes.”
She looks tired.
Relieved.
A little stunned.
I step closer.
“Thank you,” I say.
“For what?”
“For today. For choosing this.”
Her eyes soften.
“I didn’t do it just for you,” she says gently.
“I know. That makes it better.”
Silence settles between us.
Not awkward.
Heavy.
Her ring catches the light.
Simple.
Clean.
Intentional.
Like her.
“We don’t have to rush anything,” I say quietly.
“I know.”
She doesn’t step back.
Neither do I.
