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She nods. Then she reaches down, finds her shoes in the grass, and slides them on. She smooths her dress. Touches her hair. Rebuilds the mask piece by piece, and I watch her do it with a sinking feeling in my gut.
“How do I look?” she asks.
“You look perfect.”
She smiles.
Then she turns and walks toward the hedge, and just before she disappears through the gap in the greenery, she looks over her shoulder.
“Lance?”
“Yeah?”
“Promise everything will be okay?”
I swallow, but I can’t find the words. So I give her a soft grin, instead.
After she’s gone, I lean against the wall of the alcove, the stone still warm where her back was pressed against it, the taste of her still on my lips, her underwear still in my pocket.
And I don’t make a promise I know I can’t keep.
The People’s Prince Takes His Queen: Arthur Penngrove Proposes at Calloway Anniversary Gala
Grab the tissues, Rosebrook. This one’s amoment.
In what can only be described as the most dramatic thing to happen at a Calloway party since Alex tried to crowd-surf at last year’s Fourth of July (never forget), Arthur Penngrove dropped to one knee at Paxton and Tiffany Calloway’s anniversary celebration and proposed to Genevieve DeGrance.
In front of everyone.
Duringsomeone else’sparty.
But who are we to critique the timing when the ring wasthatstunning?
And Lance Calloway?
Multiple sources confirm the youngest Calloway brother left the party shortly after the proposal and didn’t return. Whether that’s significant or just Lance being Lance is anyone’s guess, but our inbox isalreadyflooded.
And we remember the bench. And the walk. And the potential overnight stays.
Meanwhile, Mayor Penngrove is reportedly “thrilled.”
As for the happy couple, they’ve been notably quiet since the big night. No joint appearances. No social media announcement. No ring selfie.
But what do we know? We’re just a small-town tabloid with impeccable instincts and an anonymous tip line.
TheRagsends its warmest congratulations.
#PenngroveProposal #CallowayCrash #RingWatch #WhereIsLance #AnniversaryAmbush #RosebrookRagExclusive
Chapter 37
Genevieve
Lance is teaching Cavall to shake with his left paw. Something about him needing to be ambidextrous.
He’s been at it for ten minutes, crouched on the kitchen floor in sweatpants and no shirt, a piece of bacon held hostage between his fingers while Cavall offers the right paw over and over with increasing desperation.
“Left, Cav. Your other left.”
