“Isn’t it pretty?”
“It’s beautiful.” He drops to a knee in front of her, and I smile, watching them talk. “Almost as beautiful as the girl wearing it.”
Nova beams back at him. “It’s a flower girl dress!”
“It is?”
She nods, winking awkwardly at Noah, and it’s cute as hell. “I want one just like this.”
“You do?” he asks, reaching in his pocket. “Well, I think we can make that happen. But first…” Pulling another small black box out of his pocket, still on one knee, Noah turns to me. Nova giggles, jumping up and down, and it takes me a couple of seconds to realize what’s happening.
“Oh my gosh,” I gasp, covering my face with my hands.
“Lennon.” Noah tugs my arm, pulling my hand from my face. “We’ve got something to ask you.”
Overwhelmed with emotion and desperately trying to keep myself composed, I smile.
“Will you marry us?” Nova blurts.
“Yes!” I drop to my knees in front of them, pulling them both into my arms. I kiss Nova first, whispering, “You little sneak.” She giggles and runs off, leaving me alone with Noah.
“Now it’s my turn.” Noah pulls the ring from the box and slips it on my finger. “Lennon Barrick-St. James, will you marry me?”
“Yes.” Cupping his face in my hands, I drop my forehead to his. “Yes. A million times yes.”
“It’s about time we make it official,” he says with a laugh. “You’ve been my fiancée a long time, remember?”
My smile grows wider, remembering the lie that—along with my car—brought me into Noah’s life, permanently, it turns out.
“Lennon Cunningham,” Noah whispers, kissing me softly.
“I like the sound of that.”
THE END