Page 59 of Sweetheart Season
He passed her the sheet of paper slowly, the parchment trembling between his fingers.
Goodness, what was going on?
But then she read it:
The Recipe for the Perfect Proposal
One cup of love
One dash of nervousness, sifted gently
Two heaping tablespoons of commitment
One teaspoon of surprise
A sprinkle of magic
Garnish with happiness and joy
Top it off with one sparkling engagement ring
Finish with a kiss
Preheat the atmosphere to a cozy level before mixing commitment and love until well combined. Gently fold in a dash of nervousness and surprise, ensuring it’s evenly distributed. Pour the mixture out from your heart and when the moment is right, sprinkle a touch of magic by dropping to one knee.
Through the tears misting her eyes, Faith could hardly read the words. “Mitch.” She looked up just in time to see him sink to a knee before her, his hand no longer trembling as he presented her with a velvet blue box.
“Faith, from the moment I met you, I knew you were someone I wanted in my life. You are fiery, which is fitting given my profession, but also incredibly sweet, which is fitting givenyourprofession.” He smiled up at her as they shared a laugh, knowing the truth in those words. “You keep me on my toes and in my lane, and getting to be your boyfriend, your neighbor, and your partner these past six months has been such a blessing. But what do you say we mix those labels up a little by becoming husband and wife, roommates, and lifelong companions?” He shifted on his knee, balancing as he pulled the shiny solitaire diamond from the box and held it out. “Faith Porter, will you marry me?”
There was no need to think it over. Ever since the Sweetheart Soiree, that moment when she first acknowledged that she was falling for Mitch, Faith had been dreaming of this. And with each passing day, that love only grew deeper and more profound. Mitch was not only her hero but her perfect ingredient for a future filled with love and the promise of endless adventure.
“Yes, Mitch.” She could feel the weight of the ring as he slid it onto her finger. She pulled him up from his kneeling position and threw her arms around his neck, holding him tightly. “Yes. Of course, I will marry you.”
“Yeah?” He flashed a smile as he dipped down for a quick kiss. “You will?” he asked eagerly.
“Was there ever any doubt?” She playfully scolded him for even suggesting it. “I don’t remember doubt being on that piece of paper.”
“No,” he reassured her. “No doubt. Just hope.” He kissed her deeply this time, lingering at her mouth as he said, “I love you so much, Faith. So very much.”
“I love you, too,” she said, and she kissed him again. And again. And then once more for good measure.
With a ring on her finger, a promise in her soul, and her sweetheart in her arms, Faith knew that nothing could ever stand in the way of their happily ever after.
Not when they had the perfect recipe for everlasting love.
