Zoe’s POV

“We love you, Ms. Zoe Stone!” They said together. “Will you marry us?” they asked nervously together as they pulled out a tiny velvet box and jointly held it in front of me.

They were all so fucking tense that I was sure they could bring a tsunami with their drops of sweat.

The proposals were perfect, in the perfect setting, at the perfect time, with the perfect company and from the perfect men!

But I am me and ...