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Emmett walked into the flower shop. His heart was pounding, hands sweating, but he'd never felt better, more sure of anything in his entire life.
Today was the day. He was going to ask his girl to marry him.
"I'll take the orange, pink, white, and purple ones. All separate please," he said with a wide grin.
She looked at him to be sure he was serious. His unflinching gaze told her he was.
"Lucky girl," the florist said, ringing him up.
He stared and shook his head. "No, I'm the lucky one."
As he walked out, arms loaded down with flowers, he was one hundred percent sure of that. With Bella it wasn't luck; it was love. And that really did make him lucky.
