“Yeah.”
His gaze dropped back to his screen. “Good.”
I was about to ask what that was about when my phone chimed. Frowning, I reached into my pocket, while Sebastian smiled like the cat who caught the canary.
Sebastian Langley started following you.
“That’s what you’ve been doing?” I held up my phone with a light laugh. “Finally crawling out of the Ice Age and joining the rest of the world on social media?”
He nodded.
“What did he do?” Henry asked, leaning closer to look. “Wow. How the hell do you have so many followers already?”
His eyes went wide, and I was pretty sure mine did too. Hundreds of thousands of them.
What the hell?
“All Vanessa’s doing.” Sebastian’s gaze dropped back to his phone, thumb tapping just before another notification chimed. Then he looked up at me, barely contained excitement written all over his face.
My heartbeat stuttered, sensing something before my mind caught up. I looked down at the screen.
I’d been tagged.
With a tap on the notification, there I was—just minutes ago—smiling in the background, lips pressed together. But what filled the frame wasn’t my face, even though it was unmistakably me.
It was the ring.
Gold. Bold. Impossible to miss.
The restaurant noise dissolved into nothing.
“Holy shit,” Henry breathed beside me.
I looked up at Sebastian, stunned, then back at my phone.
And then I saw the caption.
My one. My love. My darling.
Holy.
Fucking.
Hell.
I could only stare at it, my hand already beginning to tremble. “What?—”
“Did you just—” Henry’s gaze jumped from my screen to me, then to Sebastian. “Fuck. Did you just announce your engagement like that?”
Sebastian’s grin faltered just a little before his eyes lifted to mine, bright and intense. “Shouting from the rooftops, darling,” he said. “The way it was always supposed to be.”
Phones began chiming around us—one after another. Mine. His. Even Henry’s. But all I could do was look at Sebastian, my heart pounding, because this—this ridiculous, perfect thing he’d just done—was the most incredible thing anyone had ever done for me.
It was the biggest thinghecould have done.
My eyes burned as he wrapped his arms around me, letting me bury my face in his chest and shut out the noise of the world. After a lifetime of doubt, of questions, of not knowing if I would ever be enough for anyone—enough for him—here we were.
And it wasn’t just that he was choosing me so openly—it wasn’t about anyone else believing it. It was how we had chosen each other. Now, instead of hiding our love from the world, we got to shove it down everybody’s throats. Together.
