Page 90 of David's Proposal

I agreed with her back then.

“You know what would be different?” I continue.

She tilts an eyebrow, shooting me a questioning look.

“A winter wedding here in town. Can you imagine that? Christmas decorations adorning the trees. Showing up in a horse–drawn sled. Wearing a gown, a hooded cloak, and gloves. Slowly swirling snow falling from the sky.”

I don’t know what’s gotten into me, but my imagination is jam packed with all these details.

For someone who has never thought about wearing a wedding gown, I surely know a lot of details about how I’d want that wedding ceremony to unfold.

I think I need a drink.

“It would look wonderful,” my mother says, embracing the idea.

“It would,” I say, signaling to a server.

The man heads my way when my phone pings with a message. I dig into my purse and pull it out.

“Who is it?” my mother asks.

“Uh…”

I move my eyes to her.

“Thea is asking me to replace the nanny for a few moments. She’s tied up with something else.”

Terry’s lips part while I stare at her, frozen.

“And? What are you waiting for? Go.”

“What am I supposed to do with the twins?”

“Did she ask you to do something?”

“No. They were asleep when I saw them.”

“Then you watch them sleep.”

“That’s it?”

She rolls her eyes.

“Call me if you need me. There’s nothing else to do.”

A smile tickles my lips.

“Can you imagine? She’s asked me to watch the twins.”

“Move before they wake up,” she says, laughing before grabbing her phone and checking her messages. “And leave your things here.”

I shove my phone into my purse, drop it on the table, and pull out of my seat before strutting across the tent.

Moments later, I enter the foyer and walk up the stairs.

The second floor is quiet.

If I remember correctly, the door to their room was the third on the right.

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