A couple of hours later, happy on coffee, hash browns, and the love of my life, I realize why Andrew was stalling. It was so that he could slide a perfect solitaire on the fourth finger of my left hand in our apartment building’s lobby with Ramon and Charles and the rest of the staff waiting with mimosas. And in case you’re wondering… At five A.M. on the dot, I said yes to being Mrs. Andrew Mulroney, Esquire.
That is so fast.
