It Started at Christmas...
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“I’d like to make that official, get it in writing,” he teased, drawing a laugh from their audience. “McKenzie, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
McKenzie stared into the eyes of the man who’d taught her what it meant to love and be loved and felt her heart expand even further, so much so that she felt her chest bursting with love.
“Oh, yes.” She nodded, watching as he slipped a diamond ring onto the third finger of her left hand.
He lifted her hand, kissed her fingers. “I love you, McKenzie.”
“I love you, too, Lance.”
Lance lifted her to her feet, kissed her.
The curtain fell, closing them off from the applauding audience.
“Merry Christmas, McKenzie.”
“The merriest.”
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