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Authors: Mimi Strong
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I'm going to walk in, flowers in my hair, wearing a gauzy, simple white dress.
Luthor's worried my mother might scream or faint. I think she's going to yell, “I knew it!” because my mother's pretty sharp about figuring things out, and she spotted the white shoes at my condo a month ago, when I was getting the place ready to put on the market.
The actual proposal happened two months ago.
It went like this:
We'd gone to see a movie at a movie theater. Though we do go to fancy plays and concerts sometimes, it was just a regular ol' movie, the type we go out to see all the time. You see, even if you're mega rich, you still like Adam Sandler as much as everyone, and you like seeing his movies in a crowded theater full of other people who feel the same way.
Honestly, it was not one of his better movies, but we enjoyed it regardless.
After the movie, I just wanted to go back to my condo and sleep off all the popcorn butter calories, and I didn't feel up to life at the Thorne Mansion, and having staff fussing over me. I've gotten used to Grace, and she is almost normal once you get to know her, but I wasn't in the mood.
Luthor seemed bothered by my request to return to my place, but he had the driver take us there anyway. At the front door, I had to beg him to come up with me for a bit. I started getting annoyed with him for being so odd. He'd been behaving strangely all evening, like he was distracted, his mind on a business deal, though he assured me it wasn't.
As we walked down the hallway to my front door, his hand felt stiff and unnatural in mine. My mind raced.
He was breaking up with me.
I nearly hunched over right there and threw up, but I didn't. I kept walking, my heart pounding, my eyes tight and hot with tears ready to go.
I'd always figured the day would come, eventually, when he'd get tired of going to regular crowded movie theaters, sitting with regular people, helping me with my silly little business.
I fumbled with the keys, but the door pushed in, unlocked.
Then my panic was replaced by a whole new dread: I'd been broken into.
I pushed open the door and nearly yelled “Fire!” but didn't.
Candles were everywhere. And red stuff on the floor. Rose petals. On everything.
Grace was there, hands clasped together in front of her.
“Welcome home,” she said as she scurried past me, toward the door.
I said, “What are you doing here?”
In answer, she just squeezed my hand and leaned in to kiss me on the cheek.
“Enjoy it, sweetheart,” she said, and she darted out the door, clicking it shut behind her.
I wheeled around, gawking at all the candles, on everything.
When I turned back, Luthor was down on one knee.
I nearly peed myself.
I yelled, “No way!”
He pulled a box from his jacket pocket.
“Lexie Ross—”
I interrupted him, yelling “No way!” again.
He rubbed his nose and waited for me to calm down. I squatted and got down on my knees in front of him.
“You're supposed to stand,” he said.
Nearly whimpering, I said, “I can't. My legs won't work.”
He smiled sweetly, then continued, “Lexie Ross, you came into my life and everything changed. You organized me. I didn't think I deserved someone as good as you. Someone so beautiful and smart and strong and sexy. I still don't think I do, but Lexie ...”
My voice was trembling. “Yes, Luthor?”
“Lexie, if you'll take this ring and agree to be engaged to me, and then married to me, if you still like me, maybe in a few months or in a year … whenever you're comfortable, I'm going to try so hard to be the man who deserves your love.”
My breath caught in my throat. Time was standing still, but it couldn't be, because the candles all around us were still flickering.
“Lexie, I love you. Will you marry me?”
It came gushing out of me. “I love you! Oh, Luthor, I do. I'm not just saying that because you did, but I really do.” I crashed into him, wrapping my arms around him. “I love you.” I was sobbing
Luthor's worried my mother might scream or faint. I think she's going to yell, “I knew it!” because my mother's pretty sharp about figuring things out, and she spotted the white shoes at my condo a month ago, when I was getting the place ready to put on the market.
The actual proposal happened two months ago.
It went like this:
We'd gone to see a movie at a movie theater. Though we do go to fancy plays and concerts sometimes, it was just a regular ol' movie, the type we go out to see all the time. You see, even if you're mega rich, you still like Adam Sandler as much as everyone, and you like seeing his movies in a crowded theater full of other people who feel the same way.
Honestly, it was not one of his better movies, but we enjoyed it regardless.
After the movie, I just wanted to go back to my condo and sleep off all the popcorn butter calories, and I didn't feel up to life at the Thorne Mansion, and having staff fussing over me. I've gotten used to Grace, and she is almost normal once you get to know her, but I wasn't in the mood.
Luthor seemed bothered by my request to return to my place, but he had the driver take us there anyway. At the front door, I had to beg him to come up with me for a bit. I started getting annoyed with him for being so odd. He'd been behaving strangely all evening, like he was distracted, his mind on a business deal, though he assured me it wasn't.
As we walked down the hallway to my front door, his hand felt stiff and unnatural in mine. My mind raced.
He was breaking up with me.
I nearly hunched over right there and threw up, but I didn't. I kept walking, my heart pounding, my eyes tight and hot with tears ready to go.
I'd always figured the day would come, eventually, when he'd get tired of going to regular crowded movie theaters, sitting with regular people, helping me with my silly little business.
I fumbled with the keys, but the door pushed in, unlocked.
Then my panic was replaced by a whole new dread: I'd been broken into.
I pushed open the door and nearly yelled “Fire!” but didn't.
Candles were everywhere. And red stuff on the floor. Rose petals. On everything.
Grace was there, hands clasped together in front of her.
“Welcome home,” she said as she scurried past me, toward the door.
I said, “What are you doing here?”
In answer, she just squeezed my hand and leaned in to kiss me on the cheek.
“Enjoy it, sweetheart,” she said, and she darted out the door, clicking it shut behind her.
I wheeled around, gawking at all the candles, on everything.
When I turned back, Luthor was down on one knee.
I nearly peed myself.
I yelled, “No way!”
He pulled a box from his jacket pocket.
“Lexie Ross—”
I interrupted him, yelling “No way!” again.
He rubbed his nose and waited for me to calm down. I squatted and got down on my knees in front of him.
“You're supposed to stand,” he said.
Nearly whimpering, I said, “I can't. My legs won't work.”
He smiled sweetly, then continued, “Lexie Ross, you came into my life and everything changed. You organized me. I didn't think I deserved someone as good as you. Someone so beautiful and smart and strong and sexy. I still don't think I do, but Lexie ...”
My voice was trembling. “Yes, Luthor?”
“Lexie, if you'll take this ring and agree to be engaged to me, and then married to me, if you still like me, maybe in a few months or in a year … whenever you're comfortable, I'm going to try so hard to be the man who deserves your love.”
My breath caught in my throat. Time was standing still, but it couldn't be, because the candles all around us were still flickering.
“Lexie, I love you. Will you marry me?”
It came gushing out of me. “I love you! Oh, Luthor, I do. I'm not just saying that because you did, but I really do.” I crashed into him, wrapping my arms around him. “I love you.” I was sobbing
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