Emma
My brain was an absolute clusterfuck that I was desperately trying to get under control. I’d been simultaneously nervous and excited about tonight for the past three weeks. This holiday walk was a big deal, and I wanted it to be perfect. But nothing, nothing, could have prepared me for the way Jack had looked at me just now.
Like he wanted to back me into a wall and ruin me.
And then he didn’t do that. No, instead he handed me a ring. A diamond ring. That may or may not be real. And then he said I’d know when it was real. When the diamond was real? When he proposed for real?
I was still reeling from whatever that was when Sophie slid into Jack, full Christmas pajamas, holding her favorite stuffie. My brain was spinning so fast it took me a full beat to realize she wasn’t dressed f
