His smile grew. “But we want to make this official.” He drew a black box out of his pocket as he met my gaze. “You deserve the best, Dahlia. You deserve everything in the world, and we plan on giving you that.”
“King—”
When he opened the black box, my mouth dropped because… holy moly.
My eyes watered as he lifted the ring out of the box, taking my left hand. The classic white gold ring was an Art Deco inspired vision that had a massive, and I do mean massive, oval diamond in the center, surrounded by a starburst of six clusters of tapered baguettes, smaller diamonds adorning the spaces between.
It was like I had the sun itself on my finger. Andyes, it was on my finger—Kingston just slid it right onto my fourth finger, and it fit there perfectly, like it was meant to be.
“Princess, you are my addiction. My entire life. You are mine forever, do you understand?” He tipped up my chin as I nodded, feeling my body flush. “Marry us, Dahlia.”
I looked behind me, where all the others now stood, my eyes watering as I nodded my head, smiling up at him. “Yes. Of course I am going to marry you.”
The moment of silence was almost like a release of tension, and King scooped me up in a bridal hold and kissed me, the others gathering around us in a moment of vibrant excitement.
This was the beginning ofeverything.