Page 75 of The Library of Second Chances
“Your public awaits.” Motioning toward the front of the house, he took her hand in his and pulled her into the hall.
The front entryway was filled with their friends. Pete held Milly, who barked when she saw Lucy, Frank by his side beaming. Pam, Bob, Mildred, Marty—her friends clapped and cheered as she and Logan walked down the hall toward them, yelling out their congratulations.
“Show us the ring!” Pam exclaimed as she stepped forward from the group to hug Lucy.
Lucy had barely looked at the ring herself, so she admired it as she held out her hand and everyone surrounded her. She’d completely forgotten she had ever mentioned to Logan that sapphires were her favorite stone, but of course he remembered. He was always surprising her like that.
As she looked around at the group, she couldn’t help wishing Taylor could be here too. It was moments like this when she missed her the most, but Lucy had just seen her in Nashville a few weekends prior when she and Logan went for a weekendgetaway before the busy season. She couldn’t wait to call and tell her she was engaged.
No sooner had she thought it than Taylor rushed through the front door with Jack on her heels. Seeing the look of surprise on Lucy’s face, Taylor stopped in front of her and put her hands on her hips.
“You didn’t think I was going to miss this, did you?”
Bursting into a smile, Lucy hugged her best friend. Taylor had promised that moving to Nashville wouldn’t change their friendship, and she’d kept her word. Lucy had visited a couple times—Logan had convinced her to hire someone to help at the store—and Taylor was back frequently for brides who flew her in to do hair and makeup for them and their bridesmaids.
Looking around the room, Lucy couldn’t believe how much her life had changed in a year.
Even more, she couldn’t believe how much all the change had improved her life. Her store was doing better than ever, and she was officially the owner of a historic building downtown. She was engaged to the man who’d saved the Heron Isle waterfront from development. And in just a few months, she’d be a published author. Leona had secured her a two-book deal and a very healthy advance at the auction—which, thankfully, her former editor, Sarah, had won for the new publishing house where she’d been hired.
Standing at her side, Logan squeezed her hand. As she looked around at all the people who’d come to celebrate their engagement, she vowed never again to say she had no family. Friends were the family a person chose, and she’d chosen well. She was surrounded by people who had believed in her until she’d figured out how to believe in herself.
She had always been enough. They’d always known it, and now she did too.
