Page 211 of Charming Like Us
“I didn’t have yours to propose with…”
He’s digging in his slack’s pocket. He pulls outhisring, identical to mine. White gold. Three tiny diamonds.
I.
Love.
You.
My nose flares, more feelings balled up in me. “You’ve been carrying that around?”
“It hasn’t left my side, Highland.” He passes me his ring. I pass him mine.
Emotion tumbles between us. Knelt on the ground still, I slide his silver ring onto his finger. When he pushes the cold band along mine—it feels real finally.
Married.
Jack Arizona Highland-Oliveira.
It feels like this is the life I wrote myself. The one I wanted. The one I was too scared to chase, but thank everything in me that I did.
We kiss again, and as we climb to our feet together. Families swarm us. Congratulations sweep around us, along with the questions ofwhen, where, how?
Oscar’s parents speak in Portuguese, but with their smiles and uplifting tones, I’m pretty sure it’s more of the same congratulatory sentiments.
I bring my Lola’s hand to my forehead in respect and say, “Mano po, Lola.” And then I wrap my arm around Jesse.
Farrow hugs Oscar and says with a grin, “You sneaky fucker. How the hell did you already marry him?” Donnelly shakes Oscar’s shoulders, and the rest of SFO congregate around my husband. His brother and sister bound closer to him with their own grins and praises.
Maximoff, Jane, and Sulli come up and hug me. Smiling from ear-to-ear, and I receive top-marks from the Cobalts on my delivery and speech.
“Flawless,” Audrey says.
I love, love,lovepeople. I film them because I love them. We’re all human.
Oscar raises a hand. “Alright, alright! We’ll tell you all how Highland and I got hitched once we’re back at the penthouse.” He glances to Farrow. “You are throwing us a post-elopement engagement party, right?”
Farrow grins. “I’d ask you how you know but—”
“I’m always ten steps ahead,” Oscar finishes. Everyone starts slowly making their way out of the building, gearing up for the penthouse.
I stop Jesse before he leaves. “Can we talk for a sec?”
“Yeah.” Jesse can’t hold shit in. He starts talking. “Can’t believe you didn’t tell Mama you got married. You’re a bigger rebel than I thought, Kuya.”
I laugh.
“They’re not mad or anything,” he continues. “I think this solidifies you as theirfavoritechild because I’d never be able to pull this one off without landing major heat.”
I elbow his side. “I’ll use my power as favorite child for good.”
“That’s all I ask,” Jesse smiles.
I hate that I took up his summer for not much of anything. He can’t putBorn into Fameon his resume since it doesn’t exist. Jesse has told me ten times that he was just glad for the experience. The time spent with me.
But I want to give my brother a better opportunity.
“How busy do you think you’ll be on the weekends, for the rest of your senior year?” I ask him.
