Leighton woke to sunlight streaming through curtains. She stretched. Felt something unfamiliar on her left hand. Lifted it.
The ring.
She'd forgotten for exactly three seconds. Then it all came rushing back. The proposal. The garden. Noah on one knee. Yes.
She was engaged.
Actually engaged.
Noah stirred beside her. Eyes still closed. She touched his face. He smiled before opening his eyes.
"Morning, fiancée."
Her stomach flipped. "Morning."
"Sleep okay?"
"I dreamed about the ring. Woke up thinking I imagined it." She held up her hand. "But it's real."
"Very real." He caught her hand. Kissed her finger just above the ring. "No take-backs."
"Wouldn't dream of it."
They stayed in bed longer than they should have. Touching. Talking. Processing. Then reality hit.
"The brunch," Leig
