OWEN'S POV“Will you marry me, Charlotte? For real, this time.” I asked as I raised the box a bit and just as she was about to respond, I heard Michael speak.“No.”“Shut the hell up, Michael; I'm proposing to my wife, not you,” I said as I glared at him before returning my gaze to Charlotte, and she stared at me with tears gleaming in her eyes.“Yes,” She whispered, barely able to contain her excitement. “Yes, of course, I will marry you.”A wide grin spread across my face, and I slipped the ring onto her finger. The moment my hand intertwined with hers, it felt like the world was finally right again, like everything had fallen into place.I got up and she threw herself in my arms while I held her tightly, not letting her go. Because we were at the door, the officers on duty saw my proposal and started to clap for us.This was nice. In your face, Michael.We finally pulled away and she laughed as I tucked a strand of hair behind her ears.“Seriously, you… you never cease to amuse me.
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