-Evelyn-
“Evelyn Anderson, will you marry me?”
I looked down at the man who does not kneel to anyone.
Anyone but me.
My heart was full as the reality of what we have and who I am to him finally sank in. Nana was right, Vincent loves me.
“Yes!” My voice came out like a whisper. The moment that those three-letter words came out of my mouth, I heard cheers right behind us.
Vincent places the ring on my finger. It was a simple one, but unique. The way the diamond stood out among the small red stones around it was just beautiful.
Vincent stood and wrapped his arms around me as he whispered, “For a moment there, I really thought that you would say no.”
“Should I?” I asked teasingly, but instead of replying, he bent me over and landed a kiss on my lips. Before pulling me back on my feet, we turned to face our friends, who congratulated us.
“I am so happy for you,” Brie gushed as she pulled me in a hug. “Finally, Mrs. Beckett!” She added excitedly.
“Congratulations!” Alyana replied. “An
