Page 8 of Own the Eights Gets Married
“Yes, it’s a vintage piece, dating back to the forties,” Bobby added.
Inches from his hand, the cameraman angled in to get a better shot.
“We were there with Jordan when he picked it out, Georgie,” Hector said, fanning his face, as the man grew emotional.
“We knew with your love of all things vintage, like those old, dusty Jane Austen volumes you adore, that a ring with history would be right up your alley,” Bobby added softly as the TV host handed Hector a tissue.
The man blew his nose. “Georgie and Jordan, you two are like the children we never had,” Hector blubbered.
Georgie patted the emotional man’s back. “Hector, you’re only like ten years older than me.”
“You know what I mean. Our little wet T-shirt contest winner and our big strong man who overcame his goat phobia are getting engaged,” the man replied, blotting tears.
Bobby, the more reserved of the two, pushed up his glasses. “You both are very important to the CityBeat family and to us.”
“Without the Battle of the Blogs contest, you two may have never met. Bobby, we’re like Georgie and Jordan’s virtual fairy godfathers,” Hector added while accepting another tissue from theWake-Up Denverhost.
Mr. Tuesday curled up on the floor, uninterested in the melee, then released a dog fart.
Everyone stilled as the pup, unbothered, yawned, then proceeded to fall asleep.
Georgie bit her lip, clearly holding back laughter as her cheeks grew pink.
This marriage proposal had not only gotten sidetracked. It had become an all-out circus.
He held up the ring. “Um, guys, would you mind if I proposed?”
“Let’s ask the world!” Hector answered, waving Barry over.
“Our producer has been live streaming right to the CityBeat main page and monitoring the comments,” Bobby added.
The male host perked up. “Let’s get that up on the big screen for ourWake-Up Denverviewers at home.”
A second later, there they were.
“Wow! We’re on live TV while watching ourselves on live TV,” Georgie murmured, craning her head toward the giant screen.
“Very trippy, right?” Hector replied with a nod.
Trippy.
That was an excellent description of their current situation. And bam, bam, bam! The screen flooded with comment bubbles, likes, and heart emojis as pandemonium exploded on CityBeat’s main page.
“We’re getting messages from all over. All across the US, India, Denmark, Tunisia, France, Canada, and more by the second. Jordan’s proposal has ignited an outpouring of excitement from CityBeat subscribers across the globe,” Barry offered.
Jordan’s gaze bounced between the men. “Guys, I haven’t proposed yet.”
“And Georgie, look at that!” Barry exclaimed. “A Belgian princess posted that she wished you and Jordan a happy life together.”
“A Belgian princess?” Georgie repeated.
Barry shook his head. “Oops, my bad! That’s theBelgian Waffle Princess. She’s got an amazing blog on all things waffles.”
“I don’t know about you, but I love a good Belgian waffle,” the female host said, grinning into the camera.
“With some cut up strawberries, powdered sugar, and a drizzling of real maple syrup. That’s the definition of delicious,” the male host chimed as Bobby, Hector, and Barry began sharing their favorite ways to dress up a waffle.
Georgie pressed her hand to her lips.
