Marry Me, Easton! For a second, I just stared…jaw slack, heart pounding, brain trying to catch up. Then a laugh burst out of me, sharp and full and so stunned it made a few heads turn. Because Natalie hated glittery signs. She mocked glittery signs. She had once said they were the handwriting of emotional chaos. And now she was holding one. For me. Shock and disbelief and relief tangled in my chest, but so did something warmer and wilder…because I knew exactly what this meant. This wasn’t just a grand gesture. This was her grand gesture. The woman I loved was standing in a crowd of strangers,
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