Poppy’s mouth opened and closed as she stared at the enormous diamond ring sitting in the box he held open in front of her. Shakily setting the Champagne flute down, she held her hand out for him to put the ring on her finger. As his hand clasped over hers, she leaped up and threw herself into his arms.
“Oh, Samir. Yes! Of course, I’ll marry you. I love you so much. Oh, you’ve made me so happy.”
Laughing, he hugged her tightly. “And I love you too. Now, can we please go make the mincemeat pie?”
“Heck, no.”
End of The Sheikh’s Christmas Maid