Kiss and Spell

“I don’t mind,” I said with a smile.

“I was hoping you felt that way.” He loosened his hold on me, then with a casual wave of his hand, he started a small shower of sparks, like the ones we’d created in the bookstore. As useful as magic could be, that little trick was the one I thought I’d miss the most.

And then my heart leapt into my throat when he went down onto one knee. With another wave of his hand, a glowing circle of light appeared in his palm. “Since it seems like we’ll end up together no matter where or who we are, that we love each other in any realm we visit, will you marry me and make it official?”

It wasn’t the way I’d ever imagined being proposed to, but it was exactly what fit for Owen. It was private, magical, and meaningful. I couldn’t seem to find the words to respond, so I nodded and held my hand out so he could slide the glowing circle onto my finger.

“This is just a placeholder,” he said, his voice shaking a little. “We’ll go shopping for a real ring.”

I pulled him to his feet, then kissed him as showers of sparks continued to fall around us. It seemed that the romantic comedy the elves had forced us into had reached its happy ending.

The strains of “Too Much Heaven” floated up the stairwell as the elves began a new song. “I guess that’s the closing credits,” Owen whispered.

“Thank goodness I ended up with Mr. Right,” I responded. “And we’ll live happily ever after.”