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“I’m honored, my little fighter.”
“I would have asked you sooner. I’ve been looking for a woman who doesn’t see dancing as her greatest strength. It’s on my list.”
“I never forgot you.”
“My list is one word. And it’s not a character trait. It’s a name.”
Phillip’s stance, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Seraf, is a display of solidarity and support of whatever she’s about to say. But Seraf hardly needs it. As she opens her mouth to speak, she comes alive. My chest glows with pride.
I’m here. You’re doing great. I love you.
Seraf, will you marry me?” “Officially and unofficially, my answer is yes.”
“As you wish.” “Don’t even try with The Princess Bride quotes! Real princesses need a bit more than that. If you’re going to tell me you love me, just say it.” “I love you, Seraf.”
“ … your eyes—the knife, the meat. Your eyes—admit defeat …” “Is that …” “The sound of Kat and Claudius falling in love whilst butchering a Peter Gabriel song? Yes. Yes, it is.”
And the best man did win.” I couldn’t agree more.
A sob catches in Rafe’s throat, and despite the usual no-public-affection rule, he throws his arms around my father, who squeezes him right back. I’m not crying; you're crying. Actually, based on the sounds of sniffling, we are all crying.
“Do you need me to carry you both over the threshold?” Seraf gasps. “Dane! That’s the longest sentence I’ve ever heard you utter!”
I’ll be the one who puts her first, because she’ll put herself last, every time.
“No ifs, ands, buts, or coconuts,”
“I am living my happily-ever-after every single day.”
