#Chapter 242: Will You Marry Me… Again?
“Yes!” I shouted, so excited that in my rush to stand, I ended up knocking my cup of champagne on the floor. “Oh!”
“Don’t worry,” Mabel said, moving at once to grab the paper towels. “We’ve got this.”
“I’m so sorry.” I felt like a big fool. “I didn’t mean to ruin it.”
“Nothing’s ruined,” Logan said, standing.
He led me out of the way while Mabel and Dylan made quick work of my mess. I owed them one. Well, after everything, I owed them so much more.
“You said yes, and now everything is perfect,” Logan said. “You are going to be my wife.”
“I’m already your wife,” I remind him.
He smiled. “Yes, but this time, we are going to both remember how it happened.”
That, I was immensely looking forward to. We could even have a real photographer capture the event, and put photos of us on the walls of… I puzzled a moment.
He saw my face twist with confusion. “What is it?” he asked.
“Where are we going to live?” I asked. “When we are out of our apartment, I mean?”
“Wherever w

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