“Marry me, Millicent Foxboro,” Callum said, his eyes shining. “Marry,” I repeated dumbly. “Will you?” I threw my arms around his shoulders, nearly knocking him off-balance, and he returned the embrace, spinning me, my feet leaving the earth. I was flying through a haze of joy that flowered as beautifully as the world around us. A perfect mirror of the life Spring was bringing to Willowfield, Callum had brought life to me. “Yes!” I cried. “Yes, I will.”
