Page 18 of A Chance at Love

“Are you sure, Whitney? Absolutely positive?”

“Yes,” I whisper. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

He looks at me once more, then grabs my hand. He starts to pull me through the crowd. Others take notice, and watch us, confused.

“Uh—Leo? Whitney?” says Warren. “Where are you two going?”

We ignore him. We just keep going. We don’t even bother to go upstairs and grab our stuff. We just run out of the house, hand in hand, laughing and glancing over at each other constantly.

And when we make it outside, we don’t stop. I look over my shoulder and see a couple cameramen running after us, but with the heavy cameras on their shoulders, they can’t keep up. And before long, we outrun them, and it’s just Leo and I on the road.

When the mansion is finally out of view, we stop running.

“I guess we should call for an Uber,” I say, panting for breath.

“Not quite yet,” Leo says. He drops down to one knee, and takes my hand into his.

“Leo,” I say, astonished. “What are you doing?”

“I’m proposing to you.” He grins at me. His eyes are so full of love. “Whitney…I’ve never stopped loving you. You’re the only one for me. You’re my world. And I know all of this is crazy. But we know each other. Truly. Deeply. And I know I want to be with you forever. Will you marry me?”

Tears are streaming down my face. I nod and fall into his arms.

“Yes,” I say. “Yes, Leo. Of course I’ll marry you.”

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