The Fairy Tale Bride

“How on earth…” She spun around to face him.

But he wasn’t standing. Now, he was on one knee. “I think this is the traditional method,” he said, glancing down. “Sorry about the clothes. I hadn’t quite got around to changing.”

She shook her head and sat on his carefully balanced knee, nearly sending him sprawling. “I think you’re perfect.” She put her hands back around his neck. She touched the collar of his damaged shirt. “This is you, Adam. This is who you are. The doctor who puts his life on the line for other people. The one who doesn’t stop to think about himself.” She tapped his other shoulder. “We’re going to have to have a chat about that.”

“We are?”

She nodded. “We definitely are because I love you, Adam Brady. You have a responsibility to come home to me at night.”

His brow wrinkled. “Is that a yes? Because I haven’t had an answer yet and Sage guaranteed me her chocolate heart would swing it.”

Lisa leaned over and plucked the diamond ring from the chocolate and nibbled around its edges as she slid it on her finger. “Oh, that’s definitely a yes!” she said as she pushed him back towards the freestanding rail of dresses.

They landed flat in the middle of the multitude of satin and silk that billowed around them.

“I’m a great believer,” she said, laughing as she turned on her side towards him and stroked his cheek.

“Believer of what?” His eyes were fixed on hers. Adam Brady had got his girl.

“That every girl should get her fairy tale. ’Cause I’ve just got mine,” and she pressed her lips against his leaving him in no doubt about how the fairy tale ended.

The End