woman sing; a vintage, white gold pave band sparkled in the firelight, twisting around an exquisite, princess-cut diamond at least two carats in weight.
It was beautiful, but Chloe would have said yes to whatever had come out of a Cracker Jack box. Her breath caught in her throat as she realized this wasn’t a dream—she really would get to keep Nate by her side forever. Wrapping her arms around his neck with a vice-like grip, Chloe answered Nate’s question with a deep, head-swimming kiss. When she finally released him, her jubilant “yes” left no room for doubt.
THE END
