His Queen of Chaos
I smiled through the tears, wide and wet and utterly, ferociously mine.
"Yes," I said. "Yes, you’re maddening, impossible, beautiful man. Yes."
The ballroom erupted. Malik came up off his knee and the ring went onto my finger and his arms went around me and lifted me clean off the marble, and four hundred of Atlanta's careful and connected and criminal were on their feet applauding a kingpin and a legal aid attorney kissing under chandeliers the size of cars, and Darius was whooping again, unrepentant, and Rhee had, I would later swear, spilled her drink a third time.