But there would be time for that.
There was no rush.
“I think he’s going to propose to her,” Whitney said.
“Yeah? What makes you think that?”
“Because he was roundabout asking about her ring size, saying she saw something in a antique shop she liked and he was going to get it for her for her birthday,”she said.
“That’s suspicious?” I asked.
“Well, seeing as her birthday was last week, yeah, kinda. Also, Wren told me this was the place they’d had their first meal at. So it just all seems to line up.”
I was happy for Wren.
From the sound of things, she’d damn sure earned her own happily ever after.
But, in my opinion, so did Whitney.
I just had to find the right time to offer it to her.
Whitney - Eight months
“So, what do you think about me lining this whole wall with bookcases?” I asked, waving toward one of them in the living room of the new place.
Ournew place.
I had to keep correcting myself in my own head when I thought about it.
It was just proving difficult to wrap my head around.
Almost as difficult, in fact, as the ring on my finger.
The same one he’d slipped on the first time he’d shown me the new condo.
Ournew condo.
It was significantly larger than anywhere I’d ever lived. Even as a kid living with my parents, our places had always been very modest.
But the Costa Family, well, they didn’t do a whole hell of a lot modestly. And, I guess, when you were bringing in that much money, you didn’t have to worry about things like the seven-figure price-tag of the condo you were about to move into.
Everything about the Costas was everything I’d never really known.
Big.
Loud.
Crazy.
Everything they did, they went all-out with. From decorations for parties to birthday gifts and even just the food that was available at the—many—family gatherings.
Having grown up in such a small family, it had been a bit overwhelming at first. But, eventually, I started to feel like I fit in. So did Wren and Liam, who’d been brought into the fold as well.
They were getting married in the spring.
The Costa women were already hard at work on the arrangements.
I was thinking of a fall or winter wedding, myself.