#Chapter 240: The Ring

Ella “Will you marry me?” As I stared incredulously down at the man kneeling in front of me, all I could do was blink at him, my hand clamped over my mouth. Neither of us said anything for a long time before Logan finally cleared his throat. “Ella?” “Yes,” I breathed, the word barely escaping my tongue before Logan’s lips were on mine. I felt his hands cup my face on either side, and I threw my arms around his shoulders, our bodies pressing against one another. When we finally pulled away, our breaths ragged, Logan slipped the ring onto my finger. It fit perfectly, and the stone was dainty and understated. I turned my hand a bit to watch the diamond glint in the sunlight. There was a faint pearlescent color to it, almost. “I know it’s not the most romantic proposal ever,” Logan said with a chuckle. “Truthfully, I was going to take you out to dinner and ask you tonight. But then I saw you standing there in the sun, with the wind moving your hair, and—” “It’s perfect