Lucky Will you marry me? Ellis is grinning above the edge of the sign, his eyes, even from here, looking wet. Our guests glance between the two of us, smiling, if not a little confused. Our parents, though—they understand. “What do you think?” I shout at him. His grin widens, and he drops the sign to his side, revealing his blue boutonniere that matches my own. My stomach flutters as I take him in. He looks undeniably handsome standing there, the soft colors of his fitted suit contrasting so nicely with his darker hair. He looks steady, strong, and determined, and the me of so many years ago
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