Karma's POVFor several minutes after Noah slipped the ring onto my finger, I couldn't stop staring at it. It was beautiful.Not because of how much it must have cost, I couldn't care less about that. Or because of the way it sparkled beneath the soft garden lights, but because of what it represented, a choice, a promise, a future I had spent so long convincing myself I didn't want.And now, somehow, I had said yes, I looked up at Noah, who was still holding my hand."You're really going to marry me," he said quietly. I smiled through the tears still gathered in my eyes. "Apparently."He laughed softly before pulling me into another hug. I buried my face against his chest, allowing myself to simply feel everything. I was happy, terrifyingly happy.There had always been a part of me that believed happiness came with an expiration date. That if I allowed myself to become too comfortable, something would eventually happen to take it away.But tonight, I didn't want to think about tomorro
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