“Miller Montgomery,” I begin, but she cuts me off before I can continue. She points at the tear that’s already falling down her face. “I hate you for this.” “It really wouldn’t be a proper proposal for us without you telling me how much you hate me, huh?” She laughs that watery laugh, and I carefully take the box from her hand. “Miller Montgomery—” “Yes! The answer is yes.” “Okay,” I chuckle. “Thank you for the vote of confidence but I still got to get this out.”
