told Dad, didn’t you?” Annie asked. She hadn’t said anything about it because she was sure her mother would.
“Actually, no.”
“Mom!” Annie couldn’t believe her mother would keep this a secret. “Dad has a right to know what you’re doing.”
Bethanne glanced up from her knitting. “And why is that?”
“Because … because he might object.”
“Annie, sweetheart, I stopped listening to your father’s objections a long time ago.”
“But you’re going with Grandma!”
“Then she can tell him.”
What her mother said made sense, but Annie had the feeling her grandmother wasn’t going to let Grant or Aunt Robin know what she intended, either.
“If you aren’t going to say anything, then someone needs to let him know.”
Her mother heaved an exasperated sigh. “Do what you want, but as far as I’m concerned it isn’t any of his business.”
“Honestly, Mom, how can you say that?” Annie grabbed her sweater. “I’ve got to go. Wish me luck.” She held up her left hand and wiggled her ring finger, then rushed out the door.
Vance picked her up right on time and looked great in his slacks and plaid shirt with a button-down collar. He didn’t have a tie—he hated them—but that was fine. He’d wear a tuxedo for the wedding.
Annie had narrowed her bridesmaid choices down to five. She’d ask Courtney, her sister-in-law-to-be, and Libby, Belle, Jazmine and Maddy. Ideally, she’d like six or seven bridesmaids, but that would require the same number of groomsmen and make for an impossibly large wedding party. In any case, with everything she knew about organizing social gatherings, their wedding would be the event of the year.
Vance seemed unusually quiet as they drove to the Space Needle. He didn’t use valet parking, so they walked the short distance from the closest lot.
“Oh, Vance, this is a lovely idea,” she said, clutching his hand. He could be such a romantic.
He responded with a weak smile.
His hand was sweaty, and Annie realized Vance was nervous. She longed to hold on to every detail of this special night and keep them close to her heart. One day she’d tell their children about the evening their father proposed. These were the moments of which family stories were made.
After the elevator ride to the top of the Space Needle, they were seated at a table overlooking the city. The restaurant did a slow rotation, so that during the course of the meal, they’d be treated to a full view of Puget Sound, the Cascades to the east and the Olympics to the west, along with the Seattle city lights.
Staring at her menu, Annie was convinced she wouldn’t be able to eat a single bite until Vance got up the courage to propose. From the way he kept looking uneasily around and drinking from his water glass, she figured he might need some help.
“Tonight’s special, isn’t it, Vance?” she said as she set aside her menu.
“Very.” He smiled, but his eyes refused to meet hers.
“Are you … nervous about something?” This part would make a great addition to the story when she repeated it to their children.
“A little.”
“Vance, there’s no need. We know each other so well, there isn’t anything we can’t say.”
He glanced at her as if to gauge the truth of her words. “You’re sure about that?”
“Positively sure.” She offered him one of her brightest, most encouraging smiles.
“Maybe we should have dinner first.”
“Will you enjoy the meal if you put this off?” she asked gently.
He shook his head and his shoulders sagged. “Probably not.”
“Then why don’t we discuss what’s on your mind?” Maybe it would help if she told him she knew what he intended, but she decided not to ruin his moment. “I believe I know why you’re trying to make this night so special,” she said instead, hoping she didn’t sound coy. “Please, Vance, don’t be intimidated. Just ask me.”
“Okay, if you’re sure.” He braced his forearms on the edge of the table. “First, you know you’re the one for me, right?”
Annie’s heart beat just a little faster. “And you’re the man for me.” She stretched her arm across the table and Vance took her hand. His thumb stroked her wrist.
Thankfully, the waiter seemed to recognize that now was not the time to take their drink order. He started toward their table, then did a quick about-face.
“That’s why this decision has been so difficult,” Vance continued.
“Difficult?” Annie didn’t understand why giving her an engagement ring would be the slightest bit difficult.
“I’ve decided to go to Europe for a year.” The words came out in a rush as if he were gasping for air.
“Europe? A year?” she repeated in confusion.
“With Matt,” Vance elaborated.
“Matt? The same Matt who got you the reservation for tonight? That Matt?”
Vance nodded. “We’ve been talking about it for months,” he said excitedly, “and we both felt that if we were ever going to do it, this is the time. I’ve got my graduation money and Matt’s been saving up what’s left over from his paycheck. We plan on staying in hostels and traveling from country to country by train. There’s even a chance we might be able to work on a dig near Ephesus. That’s in Turkey.”
“I know where Ephesus is,” she said through gritted teeth.
“Right … sorry. You’re not upset, are you?”
This was a joke. It had to be. Only, she wasn’t laughing and Vance seemed about to bolt.
“I wanted to make sure you know I love you,” Vance went on. “And … and I didn’t want you to hear from anyone else that Jessie Olivarez is going with us. She’s Matt’s girlfriend and an archaeology major, too, but I didn’t want there to be any misunderstanding. Like, I don’t want you to think I’m dating Jessie because I’m not. I’m in love with you.”
“Jessie?” Vance and Matt were taking a girl with them. “Jessie Olivarez is traveling with you?” They’d met twice, and Annie found her clingy and immature.
“I knew you couldn’t take that much time out of your life,” Vance said. “You’ve got your brother’s wedding and another year of school. Besides, you’re working with your mom, and that would make it hard to leave for so long.”
“You could have asked!”
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