Page 63 of The One I Need
“The fountains are sooo pretty.And romantic.”
I look up to the famous Bellagio fountains and am getting lost in the lights and the water. It doesn’t help that I quit feeling my face about an hour ago and am pretty sure that most of the liquid in my body is tequila.
“Oh look!” Izzy says as she tugs on my button down and points toward our right. “They are getting engaged!”
“No fair,” I pout. “I want to get engaged at the fountains. But no one loves me. Or wants to marry me. So I don’t get to get engaged at the fountains.”
I stumble as I look away, but notice Izzy isn’t next to me. I mean, she’s not that much shorter than me. Where’d she go?
“Izzy?”
“Down here.”
I look down to see Izzy on one knee.
“What are you doing?”
“Proposing at the fountains.”
How drunk am I? Is this happening?
“You’re what?”
I think I see her almost fall, but she rights herself. Then again, that could have been me. “Oliver Price. Will you marry me?”
Oh my gosh, this is happening!
“Yes!” I yell as I take her hands and she stands back up. I hear a round of applause from the crowd as I bring Izzy in for a kiss. Because that’s what you do when you get engaged. You kiss your fiancée.
Our kiss is broken up by a crowd of people coming to congratulate us. Luckily, strangers took pictures and videos. Thank goodness. I never would have forgiven myself if this moment wasn’t captured to remember forever.
“You’ve made me the happiest man alive, Izzy McCall.”
“Just you wait,” she says with a grin, pulling me toward the street. “Because in a few hours we’re going to be husband and wife!”
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“I didn’t even getto propose? I’m married, and I wasn’t the one to propose!”
Izzy shoots me a look, and I swear daggers are coming out of her eyes. “That’s what you're mad about? Everything that happened last night and that’s your biggest problem?”
I shrug. “I’m just saying, it would have been nice if I finally would have got a yes.”
“For fuck’s sake, Oliver…” Izzy trails off and begins pacing the room. I want to smile that she’s still wearing my tuxedo T-shirt, but I keep that to myself. “Okay, so I apparently proposed? Which for sure means I was drunker than I’ve ever been in my entire life. But you can’t get married drunk. I mean, someone has to realize that you’re drunk and tell you that you can’t do it.”
I continue to scroll through the pictures and stop on the one of Izzy posing with our marriage license. The next one is both of us holding it. And the next is the same, only this time Izzy is kissing me on the cheek.
“No one stopped us,” I say as I turn the camera so she can see the phone. “Not one single person.”
“Fabulous.”
I continue scrolling when I realize there’s more than photos on here. “Oh, shit.”
“What?”
I look up at Izzy. “There’s a video.”
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