Frankie's POV
I watched my mom and my "dad" talk. I couldn't hear a word they were saying, nor could I read their lips, for they had their backs turned to me. Even though I couldn't make out their conversation, I could see the sparks flying…
The Stranger's POV
I looked into her eyes and I knew she was the one. I pulled out a small box from my pocket, got down on one knee, and asked the question I never thought I'd ask…