Chapter 7

The engagement party was set for June sixth. 

David had picked the date. He remembered I’d once told him six was my favorite number. 

I teased him. “A CEO, and you little things like that?” 

“I never used to notice things like that,” he said. “But with you, I don’t want to miss a single detail.” 

The party was small. We only invited about twenty people. All close family and friends. My parents came all the way from our hometown. The first time my MOM Met David, she tugged at my sleeve and whispered, “This one’s good. He feels solid.” 

Solid. That was the word. In the six months I’d been with David, that was what I kept coming back to. 

I never had to guess what he was thinking. Never waited for a text. Never wondered when he’d walk through the door. He told me what he wanted, what he didn’t. Everything was right there. Clear.