“So... if you've opened the envelope, and you're here, does this mean you've forgiven me?"
I folded my arms and pretended to consider him. "Not yet. I'll have to think about it."
His mouth slowly curved into a smile. "Yeah?"
"Maybe I will forgive you. Just as long as you don't lord this... sacrifice over my head for the rest of our lives."
"I believe the correct term is a 'grand romantic gesture.' Like what the guy does at the end of a rom-com movie to win the girl back." A twinkle lit up his eyes. "So? How did I do?"
"Well, let's see. Grand romantic gesture, check. Big speech, check." I gave him an approving nod. "I think as far as grand gestures go, this was pretty epic. Nine out of ten."
He took my hands in his. "Only nine? I was expecting a full ten. I don't get any points for the customized cookies?"
"Maybe, if you'd baked them yourself. But you bought them."
"Trust me, if I'd baked them myself, you wouldn't want to eat them."
"And might I add, from my bakery. I should take points off for that."
His smile grew bigger. "It's the thought that counts, Ellie. And the idea was all mine."
I finally broke into a grin. "Fine, I'll give you a nine and a half.”