SARAH
I find myself looking up at him. The mischief in his dark eyes brings out a soft laugh from my throat.
Don’t get me wrong, I am still shocked by how insane and petty Ronan is.
It’s a new side of him I’ve never seen before. It’s cheerful, free, and boyish. His stoic bravado no longer exists in this room, not after he ruined my dress—rightfully so.
He looks happier, they all do. And in some silly way, it makes me smile. I want to keep them like this. I want to be the reason they smile forever.
“You’re crazy,” I say, shaking my head as my eyes wander across the room. From Ronan who zips his pants up in front of me, to Malachi and Jaxon who carefully study the two other dresses on display.
“All of you.”
I can’t stop my laughter now.
“What was that?” I run my fingers down
