Page 74 of The Wrong One

He carried the box into the bedroom. “Last one,” he said with a bright smile. “We are officially cohabitating.”

I laughed. “And I couldn’t be happier.”

I opened the box with the last of my clothes. I finished out my lease and was officially living with Cam. The months had flown by. He was such an incredible human being. I couldn’t believe he was mine. I pulled open the drawer to put my things in when I saw a small black velvet box. Confused, thinking I might have gotten the wrong drawer, I lifted the box and turned to ask Cam if he left it in the drawer.

When I turned around, Cam was on one knee.

My heart skipped a beat. “Cam?” I breathed his name.

“Marry me,” he said, holding out the box that I now realized contained a diamond ring.

I was in shock. I wasn’t totally surprised. We had been talking about our future for months, but it was sudden.

Tears sprang to my eyes as I nodded my head frantically. “Yes, yes, yes,” I said, unable to contain my excitement.

He slid the ring onto my finger, his eyes never leaving mine. “I love you so much,” he said, standing up and pulling me into his arms.

“I love you, too,” I said, feeling like the luckiest person in the world. “You surprised me.” I laughed.

“I told you I would do it when you were least expecting it,” he reminded me with a grin.

“You got me.”

“I’ve got you,” he said. “Always.”

Emmy walked into the room. She paused when she saw me. “You are so beautiful.”

“Thank you,” I said with a deep breath. “I feel like the princesses Lily is so crazy about.”

“When she sees you, she’s going to lose her mind,” Emmy said.

“Is she here?”

“I just saw her with Ramsey,” she replied. “They were doing the finishing touches on her hair.”

“I can’t wait to see her. Can you bring her in?” I asked. “I have a little gift for her.”

Emmy smiled. “I’ll go get her.”

I grabbed the little box with the necklace I picked out for Lily as a show of my appreciation for her acting as my flower girl.

Emmy brought her in. “Oh, Lily,” I gushed. “You look so pretty!”

Lily smiled shyly, twiddling with the hem of her dress.

Emmy nudged her forward. “Go on, Lily,” she said. “Show Aunt Izzy your hair.”

Lily gave me a twirl, showing off the intricate braids that wove through her hair. I clapped my hands in delight. Pretty white pearls were woven into the braids.

“You look like a fairy princess,” I said. “And speaking of princesses, I have something for you.”

I handed her the box and she opened it slowly, gasping when she saw the delicate silver necklace nestled inside. It was a small crown charm, with tiny diamonds set into it.

“Oh, wow,” she breathed in awe. “It’s so beautiful, Aunt Izzy. Thank you!”

“You’re welcome, Lily,” I said, feeling a surge of happiness in my chest. “You deserve it.”

Lily beamed up at me and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of maternal love for her. She was such a sweet and innocent child, and I wanted to make sure she always felt loved and appreciated.

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