“I never told you my middle name,” I sniffle, but there’s no stopping the smile spreading on my cheeks.
“I have my sources.” He winks. “Now, can I please pop the question?”
I look at the ribbon around my finger. At his tie, his suit—the same one from the shop. I didn’t notice until now, but it’s the very same, down to the gray shirt and blue tie. Ours. “Do it.”
“April Esther Flowers, will you marry me?”
Will I? After you’ve made me fall in love with you in every possible way, will I marry you?
“Yes.” I nod, crying and laughing at the same time. “Yes, Matvey Groza, I’ll marry you.”
The second he stands back up, I fly into his arms. He twirls me like I’m weightless, the curve of his smile pressed against my skin. It’s such a rare thing, I want to burn it there forever.
Forever. Maybe
