One Bride for Five Mountain Men - Page 163
“Aren’t we going to NYC?” she asked. The last thing she wanted was for a surprise to get in the way of their trip to the wedding.
“I guess I can tell you,” he grinned. “We’re taking Insurrection’s private plane. It was their final thank you for me.”
“Are you serious!” Rory almost hit him again, but stopped herself. “Oh my God!” She’d never been in a private plane before, and at least she could tell her New York friends that story.
“You bet!” The driver dropped them off at a small, private terminal, and they whizzed through the security detail. When they climbed up the stairs onto the plane, Arsen stopped her, told her to close her eyes, and then covered them with his hands for good measure.
When he said she could open her eyes, she was shocked. The cabin was beautiful, but more than that it was filled with endless red roses, and Arsen was kneeling in front of her. Tears filled her eyes.
“Rory. You saved me from a life I never wanted, by showing me what rock solid love really is. You’ve made me happier than I ever thought I could be. You’re a goddess, you’re a woman, and you’re the sweetest girlfriend a man could ever have.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box.
Rory couldn’t breathe. He opened the box, and it was the ring that she had secretly wanted him to get the whole time, but didn’t think she was worthy of. The cathedral pavé half carat platinum. “You shouldn’t have!” she choked out as she fell to her knees in front of him.
“You’re not going to hit me again are you,” Arsen grinned. She vigorously shook her head no. “Rory Loughlin, will you make me the happiest man in the world, and marry me?”
“I will! Yes, I will,” she said, as he slipped the ring on her finger. She collapsed against him. “Yes, yes yes yes, yes,” she said into his soft dark hair.
He laughed and kissed her wherever he could reach.
“Should we celebrate with champagne once we take off?”
She smiled big through her tears, and hugged him again. “Yes! Champagne, and the mile-high club.”
His eyes crinkled as he laughed. “I knew I was marrying the right girl!”
They buckled into their seats and as the plane took off, Arsen put his arm around her. As Rory drew a rose up to her face to inhale its scent, a pure happiness filled her being, and she couldn’t wait to begin the next chapter of their lives together.
And to tell her friends her fabulous engagement story.