Darlene Montgomery,” Sawyer said, his voice ringing out into the auditorium, clear and loud. “Will you marry me?”
I could only nod at first, my voice silenced by happiness and tears, and the future that was waiting on the other side of this question.
“Yes,” I whispered, and fell to my knees too. “Yes,” I said, louder. “Yes, I’ll marry you. Of course, I will.”
The audience went crazy. Underneath the noise and lights, I kissed Sawyer, and tasted his tears that mingled with mine.