“Maybe I should.”
“You actually wrote down my pluses and minuses?”
I shrugged. “Like I said, I thought it would help me decide.”
“Did it?”
“Well, yes.”
“And?”
“And what was my decision?”
“Yep.”
“My decision was yes.”
“So that’s your answer, then?”
“To what?”
We were standing alongside my yellow Corvette in the cold, in the dark, in the snow. Marco reached inside his coat pocket and pulled out a tiny black velvet box.
“To this.” He opened the box, displaying a diamond ring inside.
I stopped breathing.
He took the ring out of the box. “Will you marry me, Abby?”
Oh, the thoughts that raced through my mind as I stared at the sparkling token of commitment: children, my family, Marco’s family, our careers, money, wedding plans, change!
Okay, Abracadabra. What will it be? Say yes or pull up that protective shield?
My eyes filled with tears as my gaze shifted from the glittering diamond to the face of the man I loved. Was there even a doubt?
I nodded, smiling through my tears. “Yes, Salvare. I will.”
Kate Collins
