Epilogue!
Woot!
It is now…five years later…
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You know, I guess it's a good thing that François hadn't killed me that one night, because then I would have missed out on everything that made life worth living for, including actually legally drinking a margarita.
Yeah, my twenty-first birthday party had been a blast, but, unlike some people I have the displeasure of knowing, I didn't get wasted. (CoughAARON, ZACH, and KURT cough.)
Go figure.
But most especially the thing I would have missed out on was love.
Awwww, yeah, I know, it sounds sappy and corny, but hey, it just so happens to be the truth because…drum roll please…
Ethan and I are getting married!
I know, I was totally shocked when he asked me because I mean, I kind of thought that he would, but it was totally at the most random moment.
Okay, now you're kind of curious, I just know it, and no, old English teacher, I'm not putting the words into their minds, because I can just FEEL that they're curious as to how I didn't expect it because I am a girl, so therefore I should totally KNOW when a dude is going to purpose! Take that.
Actually looking back in retrospect I should have totally expected it because it was blaringly obvious, but whatever.
So we had been in California for an A's game along with the whole gang, and we were you know, sitting there in between innings when they announce on the scoreboard birthdays and what businesses where there and of course…purposes.
Un-beknownce to me of course, my father and Ethan had already had the talk about if it was cool to marry me, and my father was the one to suggest to Ethan how to ask the question.
Anyway, so I was just laughing about something with Clair when all of a sudden she let out a scream (obviously she wasn't in on the thing) and started pointing at the board.
"Ohmigod! Katey!" She said, and I looked, and I just sat there open mouthed while I tried to digest what had just happened.
"Say something!" She whispered, and I saw Ethan down on one knee in the little isle in front of me with a little velvet box open, with a ring peeking out.
"Well?"
My natural instinct would have been to say "no, I totally don't want to marry the guy I love to death." But you know, there are just certain times you don't use sarcasm.
"Yes!" I breathed, and he took the ring out and slipped it on my finger, where it's stayed for the year long engagement.
And now, with only a month to go, I'm terribly nervous, especially after the dream I had last night.
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Very short, but to the point.
Please be very kind and review!
And I didn't proof-read it, unlike my last two chapters.
