Page 31 of One Weekend in Quebec City
“Shelby Bailey,”he says softly, “will you please do me the honor of marrying me?”
The world rushes back in a single heartbeat. Suddenly, I hear music, feel the falling snow, and see fireworks burst over the city in a glorious display of gold and silver.
“I know it might feel like it’s too soon. But our whole romance has been rushed.”He pauses and shakes his head, a slight frown on his brows. “No, not rushed, perfect, as it was meant to be. We’re not meant to wait. Please say yes. I don’t know what I’ll do with myself if you tell me no.”
“Yes,”I whisper, then louder so he can hear me above the explosions around us. But my voice breaks, and my eyes are blurry. “Yes. Of course I will marry you.”
He stands, slipping the ring onto my finger with hands that are just a little unsteady. The moment it’s on there, I throw my arms around his neck, laughing through my tears, and he lifts me off my feet, spinning me in a circle as the sky lights up behind us in celebration.
Then the world slows down again as my feet hit the cobblestone, and he kisses me. The cold, the fireworks, the cheers, the notes of Auld Lang Syne fade away. It’s just Spencer and me, wrapped in love, soft light, and the promise of forever.
And somewhere deep inside, I know we’ve come full circle. The city that brought us together is now the place where we begin our story.
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