Page 36 of One Week With My Dad's Best Friend

I squeal. “I can’t believe you brought me here. I love Paris.”

He smiles. “I guessed. The handbag, the purse, your backpack, tee-shirts. Is there anything without the Eiffel Tower on?”

I shake my head. “My parents brought the twins here for a commercial they acted in. All I asked for was to go to the Eiffel Tower.” I sigh and chew my lip, trying to hold back my emotions from the memory of that time.

“They didn’t take you,” he states.

Shaking my head. “Too busy.”

“Well, my beautiful Scarlett. Today and tomorrow you will visit anywhere and everything you want. I have a few things in mind, but don’t hold back if you want something.” He stops andstares at me and smiles. “I’m going to give you everything. You will never want for anything ever again.”

I grin, arching an eyebrow.

He rears his head back, laughing. “Later. Now you have to get in the shower before I tie you to this bed and we don’t get to see anything of Paris. Don’t let me break my vow to you.”

It was mid-afternoon when we left the Louvre. Having fitted three tourist attractions into the morning, lunch on a boat along the River Seine, followed by more attractions, and now we were going for an early dinner at Jules Verne at the Eiffel Tower.

Anton looks gorgeous in his charcoal suit, wearing it with a white button-down shirt. I’m wearing a simple red, spaghetti strapped dress, and a pair of fancy red-soled heels that Anton bought me when we went shopping.

The night is perfect.

We ate a seven-course meal, delicious food, and wine, shared with the best company I could ever hope for.

As the dessert plates are taken away, Anton takes my hand and says, “I love you, Scarlett. I now know how it feels for real, and I never want to lose this feeling.”

I smile. “I’ve always loved you.”

“I know,” he says and after a second, he pushes his seat backward and takes a small black box from his jacket pocket. My hand slams against my mouth and my breath catches when he kneels down beside the table. I gasp out that caught breath.

He kept talking about getting married, but I never expected him to ask so quickly. But as he opens the black velvet box that is now resting on his palm, I see an enormous diamond sparkling in the moonlight. It’s sitting in the middle of a slim and delicategold band. Elegant and perfect. Tears brim my eyes as I gaze at him.

“Be mine... make me yours, forever.”

I smile. “I was always yours. I was always waiting for you...for our forever.”

He grins and my teeth scrape my lip. He takes the ring out of the box. “I guess that’s a yes.”

“That I accept this ring as a token of our friendship?” I tease.

He laughs. “Scarlett, my gorgeous, sexy, sassy lady.” He brushes his lips across my knuckles. “Will you make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?”

“Yes,” I whisper as he leans up, kissing me softly on the lips.

“Yes.” He hesitates. “I was so scared you’d find a reason to say no, and ask to wait a few years,” he says.

“I know it’s you. It can only ever be you. So why wait?” I say as he slips the ring on my finger.

He cups my face in his hands, his forehead drops against mine. “You’re making all my dreams come true and I’m going to make sure all yours do, too.”

Our eyes lock. I know he will do anything for me, but I never realized I was his dream.

“We can be married by the end of the week.” Still holding my face, he kisses my lips. “We can fly to Vegas.”

I know he is worried about my father making me change my mind once they return from their trip.

“I won’t change my mind about you,” I say. I can get married without my father. My mother, not so. But I also don’t want my father hurting my mother for siding with me. It would break her heart to choose. “But the venue, the amount of guests, how many tiers are on the cake aren’t important. You are, and I’ll marry you wherever you want to.”

“Vegas?” he says. “I can get my assistant to book the flights from here. Or we can wait for your father to come around.”

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