Page 86 of The Naughty Elf

“Yes.” Her voice is full of mirth.

The crowd claps and cheers. Most of the town knows us and got to witness enough of the drama at our Fourth of July barbeque.

The kids are the loudest, jumping and screaming around us.

Once the cheers die down, we nestle her back in the chair I planted her in earlier so the kids can do another skit about two elves getting married.

When it’s done, and the kids are dispersing, Ginger wiggles up a little straighter. “We can’t actually get married…”

“No, but we can still have a ceremony.” Sawyer is rubbing her hand, staring at the ring on her left hand. It looks perfect there.

“We could have it right there under the arch of lights,” I suggest. I don’t want to wait, and we can pull it off. Brenda is more than ready to put on a performance of her own.

Ginger purses her mouth and narrows her eyes at me. “In my elf costume?”

I shrug. “It was just a thought. Momma Elf.”

She frowns at me for a moment, then starts laughing. “Why not? After all, being an elf was what made you all fall in love with me in the first place.”

“Is that a yes?” I ask.

She grins. “It’s a yes.”

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