JUNE

“June?” He sounded uncertain as he watched me.

“Is this even a question, Kristen? Of course, I will marry you.” I drew my right hand out, and he slipped the ring on. It was as pretty as the first one he proposed with those nights ago, the only difference being the size. This one is smaller, but much more sophisticated.

“Yes!” Favour squealed as Henry popped a bottle of champagne.

“Thank you!” Kristen got up and hugged me, almost crushing my small ...