{Ronan's POV}
I’d only just left Lisa downstairs, still roped in the chatter and warmth of Petra and Mrs. Jocelyn, both of whom were smothering her in kisses and fussing like they hadn't seen her in years.
The last thing I heard was Lisa’s laughter breaking through the hall, honest and full of emotion. Just the way I liked it.
My steps were slow as I climbed the stairs, not from weariness but from this… lightness in my chest. I savoured every moment of it like it was the last. I glanced at the ring on my finger and let myself smile, slow and stupid. It was real now. All of it.
I had a fiancée.
Lisa Hart was going to be my wife.
I was still grinning when I rounded the hallway and found Damon leaning by my office door, arms crossed, smirk already locked in.
“Well, well. Look who final
