“Scared of what?”
She hesitates. “Of getting dumped again. It’s happened too many times already. I don’t know if I’d be able to handle it again.”
I can’t believe she would think I would ever dump her. I want her to be my wife.
Suddenly we’re interrupted by Cara making an announcement that it’s time for her to throw her bouquet. She asks all the single women and girls to gather around. Samantha hesitates, then joins them. Honestly, though, she looks miserable to be standing among them.
Cara turns her back and acts like she’s going to toss the bouquet. But then, as Cara and I talked about in private the day before, she stops, turns around, and walks the bouquet over to me.
Murmurs go through the crowd. Everyone watches as I approach Samantha. As I kneel on the floor in front of her, Samantha’s hands raise up to her mouth.
“Samantha, we’ve only known each other for a few weeks,” I say, “but I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. I’m in love with you, Samantha. Head-over-heels in love. So in love that I’m ready to commit to you right now. Will you marry me?”
Samantha finally lowers her hands from her mouth. Her eyes are brimming with tears.
“Yes,” she says, and everyone around us screams and cheers. I stand up and sweep Samantha into my arms.
“I love you, Samantha,” I tell her.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this,” she says. “But I love you, too, Ethan.”