Andrew texted me and said his flight was delayed by a few errands he had to run, so I waited. And waited. I waited for an entire day, and even began to worry that Andrew had changed his mind.
Then I heard a knock at my door.
I leapt off the couch and rushed to answer it. Stopping just short of the door, I quickly ran my fingers through my hair and smoothed out my dress. I took a deep breath and then reached for the knob.
The sight of him took my breath away. He wore a classic black three-piece suit with matching tie and shining dress shoes. His dark hair had been slicked back, and his dark eyes twinkled.
“Andrew,” I whispered.
He smiled at me.
“Crystal.”
I opened my mouth, but before I could speak again, Andrew pulled a small box out of his breast pocket and dropped down to one knee
