by Dalia Aims
“So thank you for saying yes to a crazy proposition on a Black Friday in the middle of the movie aisle.” The four of us share a giggle at the glorious absurdness of how this all began. “Thank you for trading a week of your life in exchange for a little figurine. I’m truly thankful for that last year of happiness I’ve had thanks to that decision and that week.”
He takes a shaky breath and reaches into the pocket of his slacks. I hadn’t noticed the outline of a tiny box that had been sitting there. I’m Mona Fox, the girl who always has a plan. But I didn’t see this coming. My heart thumps so hard I think it might crack right through my ribs. He lowers himself onto one knee, never breaking eye contact with me.
“Mona Fox, will you marry me?”