Page 131 of It's Always Sonny
“I can think of another few things to add to that list,” Sonny says, kissing my neck.
“You guys know we can hear you, right?” Sienna asks through the tent. “This thing is not remotely soundproof.”
I groan in mortification, and Sonny wraps me close to his chest, kissing the top of my head.
“Come on,” Sonny says. “If we’re not giving them a double wedding tonight, the least we can do is give them a double proposal.”
“I’ll allow it, but just know that if you ever have servers sing happy birthday to me in a restaurant, we’re done.”
“No we’re not.”
Dang it. “Fine. But I’ll be mad.”
“Noted. Now let’s go.”
We come out holding hands, and then we throw our arms up in the air. Sonny wraps me in his arms and everyone whistles and whoops as we kiss.
Then we return to the pavilion where his family does their flash mob dance. And my meddling friends dance along to every single step.
I sit in a chair and watch as everyone dances and spins and holds up signs asking me to marry Sonny, and when he drops to his knees in front of me, wearing his grandfather’s ring and holding a ring out to me, I answer the same question he answered only a few minutes ago.
“Yes.”
All of our loved ones cheer, and then I spot Great Aunt Mary walking over to the cake table. Nonna and Bob are only a few feet away when Mary digs her hand into the cake.
The next thing I know, she’s thrown a huge chunk in Bob’s face. And eyes light up around the whole pavilion.
Sonny picks me up over his shoulder and sprints out of the pavilion and toward our tent. The last thing we hear before we hide away to celebrate is someone yelling.
“FOOD FIGHT!”
