Page 108 of How to Prevent a Fumble

It’s getting closer and closer to when we’ll have to leave, since we must be there a little early to ensure that everything is all set, and I hurry back to my room to get the rest of my wardrobe on. So far, I’ve sat around in a sweatsuit all day, and I’m still not sure which of the two pairs of shoes I bought with the dress will go.

After pulling on the beautiful blue and white gown, I choose the white heels, immediately almost stumbling onto my bed in them. They’re tall, but if there’s an occasion to go all out, this seems to be it.

Hearing the front door open, I walk out into the hall, not quite sure what to expect.

But there, in the kitchen, is Leo Warner. Completely dressed to the max in the most handsome all-black suit, holding a bouquet of blue hydrangeas.

He turns, his green eyes meeting mine, and I watch as his jaw drops.

It’s quite something. Watching someone be at a loss for words when they see you. It’s a feeling I’ve never experienced in my life, and yet here, right now, watching his literal jaw drop to the floor, and all I feel is butterflies.

And not the kind from nerves.

“Hey,” I say quietly, dropping my gaze.

Before he can say anything, Elara and Juniper run from the room, breezing past me as they jump on the couch.

Leo’s eyes don’t waiver.

“Oh my god you look like aprincess!”Elara squeals, clapping her hands.

“Yeah?” I smile at her.

“Yeah. I was getting real worried for you there.”

My brows furrow. “Why?”

“No offense,” she says in a tone that means I’m about to get bulldozed by an insult, “but you were looking a little rough there for a little while.”

“Thanks, Bub. Really appreciate it,” I tell her with achuckle. There’s nothing like the honesty of a six-year-old to humble you to the fullest extent.

“Are those for mom?” Elara asks Leo, who finally looks away from me.

“I, uh, yeah, they’re for your mom,” he says almost, shyly? Is Leo acting shy?

Juniper quirks a brow, joining in on the sass. “Are you going to give them to her?”

His eyes narrow as he smiles at her. Although I’m sure Emmett wouldn’t leave Juniper for Leo to watch—I don’t really blame him—I’m happy to see that they clearly know each other, which means that Emmett clearly trusts him enough to let her around him.

“I was working on it, my dude,” he says. When his attention turns back to me, my heart stops.

His hair is perfectly gelled, his eyes searching mine as he walks my way. When he’s in front of me, he holds the flowers out, and I take them, immediately stuffing my nose into the beautiful petals.

“How did you know these are my favorite?” I ask.

“You once talked about how your grandmother grew them. The way you talked about them, well, I knew you at least liked them and it was a safe bet.”

That was on one of the first nights I was here. And he remembered that little conversation?

“Well thank you,” I tell him.

“I have something else for you,” he says as if he had forgotten, reaching into his pocket. When he pulls it out, he’s holding a little blue box.

Not wasting any time, he opens it, and I’m looking at the most beautiful diamond sitting on a delicate silver chain.

“How did you know I was a silver girl?” I ask with a smile before I can even process the fact that there’s earrings to go with it sitting in the middle. It must have cost a small fortune, but all I can think about is how much he’s gettingright.

Why is he getting everything right?

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