The weekend had been interesting—and ended with a hell of a surprise when Greyson got down on one knee and proposed. I didn’t even let him finish asking his question before I accepted. I knew long before that moment that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. The ring just confirmed that it was going to be made official with a wedding. My mother and sister handled the news about our relationship better than I expected—I hoped they would have the same reaction when they saw the ring. Greyson and I had come a long way over the course of a year, with a few stumbles, but we easily recovered. The stumbles were usually my fault. I just liked being a brat too much to be the woman I had become all of the time. Greyson was patient and kind—with a firm hand when I wanted to be disciplined—and a caring one when I needed him to be more than my Daddy.
That firm hand may be getting quite a workout soon—because now I get to be his bridezilla.
I wonder if tonight is too early to start…
The End