By the time it wrapped up toward the end with the scene where the guy lifted the girl into the air above his head, nearly half the room had joined in, either singing the acoustics or dancing to the music with them.
I silently nudged Yellow’s arm, and she reluctantly tore her gaze from the performance to glance my way. Heaving in a breath, I lifted the ring between us, causing light to sparkle off the huge diamond set in its platinum band.
Her mouth fell open as she dropped her attention to it. Then her eyes widened. Zipping her gaze back up, she leaned toward me and hissed, “But I thought—”
I pressed a finger to my lips, quieting her. “This is for you too,” I whispered. “It was always for you too.”
She blinked and shook her head. “You mean, I helped plan my own proposal?”
With a ruefu
