by Debby Mayne
Mandy frowned. “Does she know about—this?” She held up her finger and pointed to the ring.
A sheepish look crossed his face. “Well. . .yeah. You’re not mad, are you? I mean, I wanted to talk to your parents, and she was right there, and—”
She slowly shook her head. “No, I’m not mad at all.”
Tony leaned over and kissed Mandy; then they turned to look at the flowers. After a couple of moments of silence, he tugged her toward the car. “C’mon. I have reservations for dinner at the Ihlenfeld Room.” He chuckled as she wobbled toward the car. “If I’d known how difficult this would be for you, I wouldn’t have asked you to dress up.”
She lost her balance, and he caught her. She laughed. “Looks like I’m literally falling for you.”
“And I’ll always be there to catch you.”
About the Author
Debby Mayne has been a freelance writer all her adult life, starting with slice-of-life stories in small news-papers then moving on to parenting articles for regional publications and fiction stories for women and girls. She has been involved in all aspects of publishing—from the creative side, to editing a national health magazine, to freelance proofreading for several book publishers. Her belief that all blessings come from the Lord has given her great comfort during trying times and gratitude for when she is rewarded for her efforts.
Dedication
Thanks to Jennifer Fleahman with the Wheeling, West Virginia, Chamber of Commerce, and Margaret Prager at Suzanne’s Bridal Shop for helping me with some of the facts about the city.
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