When she rented out the apartment at the flower shop, he figured she was all-in.
But he was still nervous about what he was about to do. A year ago, he would have never considered it. He didn’t think his heart could possibly love someone again. Not the way he loved Daisy.
But hearts were funny like that.
‘Actually, I wanted to ask you something.’
‘Oh? Okay. What’s up?’
Elliot cleared his throat. ‘Do you ever miss doing flowers for weddings?’
Daisy shrugged. ‘I wouldn’t turn away the business, but I don’t know if I miss it.’
‘What if I wanted to hire you?’
She wasn’t looking at him, too busy tidying up for the day, tucking away receipts and ribbon bits and brushing stray leaves and flower petals into the trash.
‘For what?’ she asked, shutting down the register.
‘For our wedding.’
She paused. Realization dawned on Daisy’s face. ‘Wait a minute… wait… are you… is this?’ She came around the counter, yanking her apron off and tossing it to the side. ‘Are you really doing this?’
Elliot nodded. Swallowed. Nodded again.
Breathed.
‘Daisy November Scott, will you marry me?’
Daisy’s hands flew to cover her open mouth.
‘You want to marry me?’ she whispered between her fingers.
‘Of course I do.’
‘I don’t have the best track record.’
‘I don’t care about your track record.’ He pressed his forehead to hers. ‘Daisy, if you want to stay fake broken up, or say we’re roommates or best friends or enemies or whatever, I don’t care as long as we’re together. But I want you to know this is forever, for me.’
‘It’s forever for me, too.’
Elliot nearly melted with relief.
‘So do you want to stand up in front of our family and friends and tell them it’s forever?’
Daisy’s teary smile shattered him.
‘Yes.’
‘Really?’
‘Yes.’
‘You do?’
‘Yes!’ Daisy said with a giggle as he lifted her onto the counter. She took his face in her hands. ‘I want to marry the hell out of you, Elliot Milton Parker.’
‘That makes me absurdly happy.’
