🥀WARNING MY READERS THIS CHAPTER WILL BE THE SHOCKER OF THE LIFETIME🥺🤯🥀
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🥀🥀"FROM THE DAY YOU WALKED INTO MY LIFE, YOU'RE ALL I THINK ABOUT. YOU'RE THE REASON I BREATHE. YOU ARE THE STARS IN MY SKY. I WOULDN'T WANT THIS ANY OTHER WAY. YOU'RE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE."🥀🥀
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The living room was dimmer, only barely lit by the three candles sitting on the living room table. He was about to call for Kayla, when she appeared from the hallway, casually leaning up against the wall. His mouth dropped open. Michael couldn't believe it. She was wearing her small, hot pink neon colored, low spaghetti strap plunge dress. That dress that unleashed his feelings for her in the beginning. That damn dress that started this whole rollercoaster for them.
"I know it's a little...lot more snug than it was originally, but hopefully I still look okay in it?"
"Better," Michael whispered, not able to take his eyes away from her.
"Liar," Kayla whispered back.
Michael walked over to her and slowly ran his hands down the side of her body.
"Okay, before we do anything tonight, I want you to open a present of mine," Kayla said.
"Great minds think alike. I want you to open one too."
He walked her over to the couch and reached into his pocket to pull something out. Kayla held her breath. Is it a....
He pulled out a folded-up piece of paper. Oh well, a girl can dream.
"Alright, sit down beautiful," he said as he handed her the folded-up piece of paper.
Kayla obeyed and looked at him. He sat down beside her and waited for her to open it.
She stared down at the paper, and in the candlelight, at first, she couldn't tell, but now as she looked closer, it was a light pink color. It was folded into a really small square, so she started to unfold each flap.
The larger the piece of pink paper became, the more familiar it looked. Then she realized exactly what it was. She started seeing the outline of her overly cursive girlie handwriting. It was the piece of paper she had written on and saved years ago. The paper where she had first written Kayla Gianna-Rose Taylor. She smiled, remembering back on that day.
She could feel Michael's eyes on her as she got closer and closer to the center. When she finally unfolded the piece of paper from a half sheet to its full correct size, she saw directly in the middle of the page, in her eight-year-old handwriting were the words, "Michael and Kayla Taylor" ...but something new was underneath the writing. Taped directly below their names was a massive ring. The prettiest white gold diamond ring she had ever seen.
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