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And then, finally, we find our way to our seats. There’s a little box of popcorn with our faces on it waiting at our seat, a cute touch from the sweet marketing department. Carrie is sitting a few rows behind me, snapping pictures of the popcorn containers, no doubt for me to share on social media tomorrow. Polly is on the other side of Tanner, looking stunning and giving us a thumbs up. I’m sitting dead center, directly next to my co-star and fiancé.

I see a flicker of light flash on the velvet fabric of the seatback in front of me. It’s the light from the chandeliers catching on my engagement ring. I look down at it and smile, like I do every time I think about what the future holds for me and the love of my life.

There’s the secret vineyard wedding we have planned for next month, and the month-long honeymoon to Bali that will follow. My mind wanders to what will happen once we’re back in Los Angeles, as husband and wife. Maybe we’ll move to Malibu like we’ve been talking about, where Tanner can surf every morning and I can find a new Hot Pilates class. Maybe we’ll adopt a puppy and name him something that will remind us of those amazing months on set in Vancouver. Maybe we’ll start trying for a baby.

Our future is a blank book, just waiting for us to fill with love and adventure.

The lights dim in the theater. The crowd cheers. Camera lights flash as the paparazzi try to steal one more shot of Tanner and me taking in this incredible moment.

Suddenly I understand why everyone is so fascinated with my life – our life.

It’s perfect.





The End





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Weston





"Nice rock," I said, admiring the diamond ring Donovan placed on the tabletop. I picked it up and examined the stone in the dimly lit lounge of the The Grand Havana Room, the member’s-only cigar lounge we often frequented when we were together. The diamond was a big one, in a platinum setting with at least four carats between the large center jewel and the scattering of smaller diamonds surrounding it. A serious engagement ring. I wouldn’t expect anything less from one of the world’s most successful young billionaires.

I just had no idea Donovan was even dating anyone.

Of course, we weren’t as close as we used to be. Physically, anyway. He’d been managing the Tokyo office with Cade since we’d expanded our advertising firm into that market. He rarely made it stateside, and it had been nearly a year since I’d last seen Donovan in person. When he’d shown up tonight unexpectedly asking Nate and I to meet him at the club, we’d guessed he had serious news but that it was about the business.

An engagement ring was a whole new level of serious. No wonder he wanted to do this in person.

"Who's the lucky girl?" I asked, trying not to sound bothered that this was the first I was hearing about her. A glance at Nate said it was the first he was hearing about her too.

"You're asking the wrong question," Donovan said, and bit off the end of his cigar. "The question is who's the lucky guy?"

I raised a brow, confused. But not surprised. Donovan was known to speak in riddles. I’d figure out what he was trying to tell me when he was ready to spill. Might as well play along in the meantime.

"Okay.” I pinched the ring between two fingers and lifted it toward the nearest light source so I could see the full effect of its sparkle. "Who's the lucky guy?"