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I’m going to ask Isabella to marry me.

CHAPTER 30

Isabella

The party is drawing to a close. It’s only seven o’clock, but Logan and I have dinner reservations with my brother, so I wasn’t expecting this thing to run late. Besides, I’m not really going to miss this job. I’m moving onto bigger and better things, at least in terms of my career progression – I’m going to do my training to become a makeup artist, after all these years of wishing I could. Besides, the only thing I will miss from this job is seeing Logan’s face every day at work, but now that we’re official, it doesn’t matter anyway. We can both focus on what we want to gain from our careers and then come home to one another and worship one another in our spare time.

It is a little sad to say goodbye to everyone. Bret gives me a strangely long hug as I’m leaving, and I can’t help wondering what he and Logan talked about in the corridor. I suppose Logan will tell me later. He loudly announces that he’s going to walk me out and then we leave the party together. It feels like a relief. There won’t be any more pretending or lying to everyone. We won’t have to hide from the world any longer. We can hold hands in public without worrying. No one can stop us now.

Logan’s hand brushes my waist. “Did you have a good time?”

I nod with a smile. “It was a lovely surprise. And it was a good way of taking the edge off my nerves about tonight.”

I have to admit, seeing Joshua again is scary to me. We haven’t been ourselves since he walked in on me and Logan. Usually, we talk every day, even if only over text, but our only communication has been to arrange this meeting tonight. It doesn’t feel casual, either. It feels like another opportunity for Joshua to scrutinize the pair of us and make us feel uncomfortable about our relationship. I have a lot of love for my brother, of course, but knowing that he doesn’t truly respect my decisions makes it hard for the pair of us to get along. He said that he was fine with everything, but I’m not sure he really means it.

Logan seems to read my mind and slips an arm around me, kissing my cheek. “Don’t worry, baby. It’s going to be okay. I promise you.”

I don’t know why he’s so certain, but I want to believe him. I hope more than anything that tonight ends with us all back to normal, with the added acceptance of my relationship with Logan. It can’t be easy for Joshua, knowing that the two of us lied to him about our intentions toward one another, but we followed our hearts and it led us here. I don’t regret anything about the way I acted, because if I had done anything differently, I might not be with Logan now. I believe you only get one true shot at everything you want. Messing this up was never an option, and I’m not going to give Logan up for anything.

The crazy thing is that I’ve never been more certain about what I want. I was scared that I’d realize somewhere along the line that us being together isn’t sensible. I was worried that my heart was giving me the wrong signals, and that something would go horribly wrong, leaving me with a broken heart. But I’ve learned so much over these past few weeks. I’ve learned to trust that people aren’t all bad. I’ve learned that the man I fell in love with is a perfect gentleman, incapable of hurting a soul. I’ve learnt that he’s just as overprotective as my brother, but with the best intentions at heart, always. I’ve learned that even if he is my first love, he’s definitely the only man I’ll ever feel this way for. Most importantly, I’ve learned that love is stronger than I ever imagined, and there’s no way in hell I’m ever going to let this go.

We reach the entrance of the building and find that Joshua’s car is already waiting outside to pick us up. His one condition for tonight was that Logan didn’t drive, given what happened when we last went out for a meal together. He’s sitting in the driver’s seat and he doesn’t get out to let us in, but he does nod to us both politely as we slip into the backseat. It makes me feel like a child, sitting in the back instead of the front, but I want to have Logan beside me. It’s almost as though we’re putting on a united front by sitting together. Our hands interlock almost immediately and I know just from the touch of his hand that everything is going to be fine.

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