Confused, I slipped inside and stood near the entrance, hidden behind a column. That’s when I heard his friend Mark say, “You ready to finally tell her?”
Jack laughed nervously. “I just needed everything to be perfect.”
Perfect for what?
Then another friend slid a small velvet box across the table. My knees went weak. Jack picked it up, staring at it like it was made of glass.
“I didn’t want her around while I practiced,” he said quietly. “I wanted to surprise her. She deserves something big—after everything she’s been through.”
Practice?
That’s when it hit me. Jack hadn’t been excluding me. He’d been planning something for me.
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Later that night, when he came home, I was sitting on the couch, heart still racing. He froze when he saw my face. “You followed me,” he said softly.
I nodded. He sighed… then smiled. “I was going to tell you next week.”
He knelt down right there in our living room, pulled out the box, and opened it.
Inside was a new ring—and a handwritten note. “Marry me again. I never want you to doubt for a second that you’re my first choice.”
Turns out, the goosebumps weren’t fear.
They were love—waiting to be revealed.
