Page 95 of A Play for Love

“Where are we going?” Charleigh asked.

“To the dancefloor.”

“There’s no music, Ella.”

“There will be.” She smiled. “Come on.”

Christian grabbed his guitar and went up to the stage.

“Charleigh, this song is for you.” The corners of his mouth curved upward as he strummed the chords and sang, Marry You by Bruno Mars.

We all gathered around in a circle on the dancefloor while Christian played and sang his heart out to her. Charleigh stood there staring at him with her hand covering her mouth in disbelief. He set his guitar down and spoke into the microphone when he finished the song.

“Charleigh, I was blown away when I opened my eyes and saw you for the first time sitting on the edge of the coffee table. My first thought was who is this gorgeous woman pelting me in the face with popcorn.”

We all laughed.

“From that moment on, I have never taken my eyes off you. You are a beautiful woman with a beautiful heart and soul, and I love you more than life. I never believed in fate until I met you. The universe threw us together at a time when life didn’t make sense to me anymore. Charleigh, you are my world, and I could never love anyone the way I love you. I want us to make beautiful memories for eternity. Will you marry me, baby?”

“Yes!” Charleigh screamed. “Yes, I will marry you, Christian!”

He jumped off the stage, pulled her ring from his pocket, and slipped it on her finger. Everyone shouted and whistled as we congratulated the newly engaged couple with hugs and kisses.

“Did you all know about this?” Charleigh asked all of us.

“Fuck yeah, we knew.” Simon hugged her.

“I’m so happy for them.” My mother walked over and hooked her arm around me.

“Me too, Mom. By the way, how’s Professor Mark?” I smirked.

“He’s fine. He’s taking me out tomorrow on his boat.”

“He has a boat?” My brow arched.

“Yes.” She smiled.

“When Nathan and I return from our honeymoon, the four of us will go to dinner.”

“I’d love that. You’ll like him, Sofia. I know you will.”

“I think I will too, Mom.”

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Nathan

The hardest part about leaving our wedding was saying goodbye to our children. Sofia and I decided to spend our wedding night on the plane to Paris to get a head start on our honeymoon.

“You be a good girl for Uncle Conner and Aunt Charlotte.” I hugged Ella tightly.

“You know I will be. Uncle Conner set up an office for me next to Uncle Jackson’s for the days I have my online classes.”

“He did?”

“Yeah. I’m so excited.” She grinned.

“Doesn’t sound like you’re going to miss me very much.” My brows furrowed.

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