Aubrey’s POV
The five hour drive down to my grandparents farm in the tiny town of Alvadore in the heart of Oregon’s Willamette Valley was thankfully without incident despite the pouring rain. And just as I expected, someone must have been keeping a lookout for me as I drove down the long gravel driveway to the little red farmhouse, since nearly everyone was waiting for me out on the front porch when I arrived.
“Aubrey, you’re looking wonderful,” mom says as she takes me into her warm embrace. Then I’m getting hugs and kisses from both of my grandparents and then from my Aunt Lydia and Uncle Bob.
“So, this is new!” Grandma says excitedly, taking my hand and staring for a moment at the enormous engagement ring on my finger. “Is there a tall and handsome fiancée to go along with this
