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I snorted. "Not even engaged for twenty-four hours and already trying to clip my wings," I joked.
Under the soft glow of the evening sun, amidst the faint scent of fresh paint, Oliver and I stood in the midst of our future office space, the canvas of a new beginning.
"I would never. You will always be your own woman," Oliver reassured me, his voice carrying a depth of sincerity.
"Can I pick my own office furniture?" I inquired, a spark of excitement in my voice.
"Anything you want. I’m just having the walls painted," Oliver replied, his gaze fixed on me.
"But I wanted to choose the color," I pouted, the desire for personalization evident in my tone.
"I think you’ll like it very much," Oliver said with a confident smile, his hand reaching out to gently caress my cheek.
"How can you be sure?" I questioned.
"Because we’ve been together for three months. I think I know what you like," Oliver replied, his eyes reflecting the depth of our connection.
As I took another sip of champagne, a thought crossed my mind. "Oliver, do you have any pictures of Jonah?" I inquired, curiosity lacing my words.
"Jonah? Why?" Oliver's brow furrowed with confusion, a hint of suspicion in his tone.
"I was just wondering," I replied casually, attempting to mask my true intentions.
"You looked at my photo albums, didn’t you?" Oliver's accusation hung in the air, his eyes searching mine for answers.
"Only one. Your parents were very good-looking. You look like your father," I admitted, a sheepish smile playing on my lips.
"I can’t believe they’ve been gone so long," Oliver sighed, a hint of sadness coloring his tone.
"Was Jonah always hard to deal with?" I probed gently, my heart aching for his past struggles.
“Why do you care so much about Jonah?” Oliver's gaze bore into mine, searching for the truth behind my questions.
"Because it pains me that you have no family besides him. Don’t you want a relationship with your brother?" I voiced my concern, hoping to bridge the gap between them.
"I tried. Jonah can’t stay away from illegal activities. I can’t be enveloped in scandal because my brother can’t avoid trouble," Oliver confessed, his tone tinged with resignation.
"I’m sorry," I murmured, sympathy coloring my words.
“There’s nothing to be sorry for. It’s not your fault. Besides, I have family, yours. Your brothers will become mine and your parents will be grandparents to our babies," Oliver reassured me, his voice filled with conviction.
"I’m glad," I replied, a warmth spreading through my heart at his words.
"Then we’re on the same page," Oliver said, a smile gracing his lips as he pulled me into his embrace.
"Yes, we are," I affirmed, feeling a sense of completeness wash over me.
As the evening unfolded, we found ourselves lost in each other's company, the late August heat enveloping us as we basked in the promise of our future. Oliver swept me into his arms, our champagne glasses forgotten on the table as we embraced the passion of the moment.
With each tender touch, I felt a surge of love and contentment fill me, knowing that together, we could weather any storm. And as we indulged in seven-layer chocolate cake and an old movie, I couldn't help but feel giddy with happiness, grateful for the love that bound us together.
As the clock struck 12:45, I stepped into The Iron Horse, my heart racing with anticipation. There, amidst the dimly lit ambiance, I spotted Ty, his presence commanding attention. His hair was shorter now, a change that accentuated his features.
He wore navy-blue cargo shorts paired with a vibrant red t-shirt, a casual yet striking ensemble. With a gentle kiss on my cheek, he greeted me, and I found myself enveloped in his embrace as I returned the gesture, savoring the familiar warmth of his touch.
"I missed you. You look great. I like the dress," Ty remarked, his eyes tracing the contours of my attire.
I was wearing a short pale yellow sundress with a button front and I decided to wear my engagement ring. I spent the morning calling my family to let them know I had accepted Oliver’s proposal. I didn’t need to call Sadie since she was with Finley. Their relationship seemed to be advancing as fast as mine and Oliver’s had. When we sat down at the table, Ty immediately spied my engagement ring and grabbed my hand.
