by Lisa De Jong
Page 35
Author: Lisa De Jong
When I get close enough to see what’s on it, I stop in my tracks, covering my mouth with my hand. It’s me, sculpted beautifully, standing tall with a paintbrush in my hand and a concentrated look on my face. The detail on this one is unlike any other sculpture Dane has done. There’s expression and personalization. Most of his sculptures can be interpreted to be anyone, but this one is me.
“There’s a note,” he whispers in my ear, sending shivers down my body.
I move forward, finding a small white envelope tucked below the sculpture. My hands shake as I open it.
The note ended just like that. I turned to kiss him as tears rolled down my cheeks and found him kneeling on one knee. My heart was pounding as I looked down at the beautiful man before me. “Alex, will you be my forever?” he asks, opening a small blue box.
Did he just ask me to marry him? Our relationship has moved so fast, but I know he’s it. There is no after.
I nod my head, unable to say anything. Glancing down, I see an antique wedding ring sparkling at me under the candlelight. It’s not huge, but it’s beautiful and unique. I love everything about it.
I watch as he removes it from the box and places it on my finger before I jump into his arms. “I was hoping you’d say yes,” he says, twirling me in a circle.
“You have me. In some ways, I think you always have. Honestly, I would have said yes a long time ago. ”
He smiles against my lips before pressing his to mine.
Wishes do come true.
