Page 16 of One Golden Ring

She’s my everything.

And before this week is over, I’m going to make sure she knows it.

Chapter Eleven

Wynter

“This is too much tinsel,” Jamie declares, holding up a garland that’s dripping in silver. “We need more lights!”

“You need balance,” I smile, taking the tinsel from his little hand. “Too many lights will make the library look like a runway. But just the right amount of sparkle… that’s where the magic happens.”

Jamie wrinkles his freckled nose. “Really?”

“Really.” I wink. “Honey, can you help me with the ladder?”

Drake grabs the ladder, setting it up for me near the entrance. Noah, Evan, Riley, and Jamie are busy rifling through a box of ornaments. “Sunshine, those boys are having the time of their lives.”

“Wait until the festival tonight.” I grin. “Or tomorrow morning. You know we’ll be up all night wrapping the presents you bought last night, don’t you?”

“Truth be told, I doubt I’ll sleep anyway. I’m just as excited as they are.” Drake kisses me on the forehead as I start to climb the ladder.

“You really think this place can handle any more lights?” He teases, glancing around at all theshimmering displays.

“I told you, a little sparkle never hurt anyone.” I grin.

“You’re amazing, you know that?”

“You’re the one who’s amazing,” I whisper. “You’ve let the boys take over the library and haven’t once lost your temper with them. Not even when they raced through the history section.”

“I hardly even noticed.” He chuckles. Noah runs over, tugging on my sleeve. “Can we hang the big star now, D, please?”

I plug in the last string of lights, grinning down at Drake, watching his chest puff out at hearing the nickname the boys have given him. “What do you say, D? Ready for the big finale?” I glance at the oversized star they’ve been dying to hang up since we started. “I think it’s time.”

The boys cheer as Drake moves the ladder beside the tree.

“You do it, Wynter! You put the star on.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” they clap.

“Majority rules,” Drake holds the ladder for me. “Up you go.”

I climb the steps, balancing the star with one hand. “How tall is this tree?”

“Seven feet.”

“Wow!”

“Careful,” Drake warns.

I get to the top and glance down. “You think I’m going to fall?”

“No,” He smiles. “But I’m going to catch you if you do.”

“You are swoon-worthy, D. Very swoon-worthy.” I secure the star in place.

“Keep that thought.” He winks.

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