Shaking my head at his wonderful surprise, I peer over my shoulder, murmuring, “Love, did-”
My words get cut as the wind is knocked out of my lungs.
He’s down on one knee, holding up a glittering diamond ring.
My hands fly to my mouth while my vision blurs. The sounds of the fireworks deafening against the pulse pounding in my ears.
“Just like the fireworks shining the sky, you light up my world, my goddamn soul, Iris. You’re all colors in my world of gray.” His drops an octave as he says, “Marry me, my obsessed little stalker. Bind me to you for eternity. Be my wife.”
“Yes!” I rasp, throwing myself into his arms. “Yes.”
Lifting my left hand, he slides the gorgeous ring on my finger. Cupping my face, his lips descend on mine, kissing me hard. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Kian. I can’t wait to marry you.”
Crushing me against his chest, he devours my mouth in an all-consuming kiss. I can’t get enough of him.
“SHE SAID YES!”
Startled, I break apart from Kian and stare at him in confusion.
“AHH! Woo-hoo!”
My head snaps toward the voices. My eyes go wide as I see Bianca and Rosalie clapping and jumping up and down in the distance.
Am I hallucinating?
Slowly, as my vision adjusts, I notice not just them, but Dash, Nova, my parents, and Kian’s mother, Sonya.
“They’re here?” I choke out, looking at Kian.
“I wanted them here when I proposed to you. So, I had them fly out here early.”
“I can’t believe it.”
Kissing me again, he rises to his full height and pulls me up with him. As we turn toward our people and start walking, Bianca and Rosalie come barreling toward me.
Beyond exhilarated to see them after months, I meet them in the middle. Our arms go around each other as we share a long-awaited group hug.
“You’re engaged!” they both yell.
I giggle, showing them my ring. “I’m engaged!”
“Look at that rock!”
Bianca nods. “Stunning!”
My attention shifts to my parents. I sprint toward them, bursting into tears as I embrace my mom. “Ma!”
“Oh, mybacha, I missed you!” She sobs, kissing my face all over. “I’ve been dying to be with you.”
“I missed you too.”
“Sweetie,” my dad murmurs. “Come here.”
I launch myself into his open arms. “Papa! I’m so happy to see you.”
“Gosh, let me see you.”
