Page 164 of Worst Faking Idea
“I meant what I said. Each day I’m going to wake up and choose you, but I want my whole life to be with you, Nora. And if we have kids someday, I want them to see an example of what marriage can mean. Like our parents. And Sophie and Rob. I want everything with you.”
He drops down onto one knee, and a squeal escapes me as he pulls a small jewelry box from his pocket and pops it open, revealing a ruby ring.
“Holy shit, holy shit.”
“Will you marry me, Nora?” he asks, his eyes fixed to mine.
“You can’t propose to me at a wedding, you madman!” I pull him up, feeling a grin stretching my face as I wrap my arms around him.
He kisses my forehead, laughing. “I noticed you still haven’t answered.”
“Yes,” I hiss, pulling the box from him. “Obviously. And this is beautiful. Oh my God, I can’t believe this. I?—”
The door opens, mimicking Pansy’s entrance this pastsummer. It’s Liam with a smug look on his face, and Briar, her arms wrapped around him. She’s in her wedding gown, despite all the longstanding traditions and superstitions that suggest he shouldn’t see her that way before the wedding, but since when did any of us care about rules?
“Did she say yes?” Liam asks, grinning. “We’re all wondering.”
I laugh and get on my tiptoes to kiss Cormac, that formerly small kernel of hope in my chest so large now that it encompasses my body. My soul. My everything.
“Yes, I say yes.”
Maybe the glass is fucking half full after all.
Maybe not.
But I’m going to drink every last drop and enjoy it.
