Chapter 370

After the proposal, I practically floated home on a cloud of euphoria, my heart brimming with joy and excitement. Every step felt light, as if the weight of the world had been lifted off my shoulders. I couldn't stop smiling, couldn't stop replaying Timothy's words and the sparkle in his eyes as he slipped the ring onto my finger.

Bursting through the door of my cozy apartment, I found Aria waiting with bated breath, her eyes shining with anticipation. Without a moment's hesitation, I spilled the delightful news, my words tumbling out in a flurry of excitement as I recounted every heartfelt detail of Timothy's proposal.

"Aria, you won't believe it!" I exclaimed, barely able to contain my excitement. "Timothy proposed! He got down on one knee in the park, and it was absolutely magical. The ring is stunning, and his speech was so beautiful, and-"

But before I could finish, Aria let out a squeal of delight, enveloping me in a tight embrace as she showered me with love and congratulations.

"Oh my god, Evie, that's incredible!" Aria exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine happiness. "I'm so happy for you!"

Our laughter echoed through the apartment, filling the space with an infectious joy that seemed to dance in the air. I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude for Aria's unwavering support and enthusiasm.

As we settled onto the couch, Aria grabbed my hand, her eyes shining with excitement. "So, spill it, Evie!" Aria exclaimed, her eyes wide with anticipation. "I want to hear every juicy detail. How did he pop the question?"

A smile tugged at my lips as I settled back against the cushions, ready to relive the magic of that unforgettable moment. "Well, it all started with a little scavenger hunt," I began, my voice filled with warmth and affection. "Timothy left clues for me to follow, each one leading me to a special place that held meaning for us."

As I recounted the adventure of following Timothy's clues, Aria listened intently, hanging onto every word as if she were experiencing the moment herself. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as I described the ice cream parlor where we sought refuge from his fans and the park where he finally got down on one knee.

"And then, there he was, standing beneath the shade of a towering oak tree, with a bouquet of flowers in one hand and the ring in the other," I continued, my heart fluttering with the memory. "He gave the most beautiful speech, pouring his heart out to me and declaring his love."

Aria's eyes shone with emotion as she listened, her hand reaching out to grasp mine in a gesture of solidarity. "That sounds absolutely perfect, Evie," she murmured, her voice soft with awe. "You and Timothy are truly meant to be."

With a smile, I held out my hand, giving Aria a good look at the ring. "And here it is," I said, my voice filled with pride. "Timothy chose it himself, and I have to say, he did an incredible job."

Aria's breath caught in her throat as she gazed at the ring, her eyes widening with admiration. "Oh, Evie, it's stunning," she breathed, reaching out to gently touch the glittering diamond. "He chose wisely, my friend. This ring is perfect for you."

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I couldn’t take my eyes away from it, and the smile on my face refused to dim. It was all just so perfect. I could see Aria’s calculating eyes as she observed it, as if exploring the possibilities.

"Evie, babe, we are going to make this wedding absolutely magical," Aria declared, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "From selecting the perfect venue to curating a menu, I am determined to make sure that your day with Timothy is nothing short of perfection."

Her words filled me with a sense of relief and excitement. Having Aria by my side was like having a fairy godmother, ready to wave her wand and transform my dreams into reality. I knew I could trust her to make every detail of our wedding day unforgettable.

Together, we dove headfirst into the world of wedding planning, poring over magazines and Pinterest boards with a fervor that bordered on obsession. Aria's creativity knew no bounds as she conjured up visions of breathtaking floral arrangements and elegant table settings.

"That centerpiece would look absolutely divine on the head table," Aria mused, her eyes alight with inspiration as she scrolled through a collection of photographs. "And don't even get me started on the color scheme! Soft pastels with touches of gold – it's positively dreamy!"

I couldn't help but laugh at her infectious enthusiasm, feeling a surge of excitement coursing through me. It was almost addictive, planning for a day I had only dreamed of before. Now, it was becoming my reality.

As the conversation flowed between us, I felt a surge of emotion building within me. With a deep breath, I turned to Aria, my heart pounding with anticipation.

"Aria," I began, my voice trembling with emotion, "there's something I have to ask you."

Aria's eyes widened in surprise, her curiosity piqued. "What is it, Evie?" she asked, leaning in closer.

"I want you to be my maid of honor," I blurted out, the words tumbling from my lips before I could stop them. "I can't imagine anyone else standing by my side on the most important day of my life."

Aria's breath caught in her throat as she stared at me, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "Oh, Evie," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "I would be honored."

With a joyous laugh, I threw my arms around her, pulling her into a tight embrace. "Thank you, Aria," I murmured, my voice filled with gratitude. "Ugh, this is going to be so amazing!"

Aria squeezed me back, her embrace warm and comforting. "I promise to do everything in my power to make sure your day is everything you've ever dreamed of and more," she vowed, her voice filled with determination. “It would be my honor to be your maid of honor!”

As we pulled away from each other, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building within me. That night, as we continued to dream up grand visions of floral arrangements and table settings, each more enchanting than the last, I couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and excitement.

The thought of walking down the aisle towards Timothy, surrounded by our loved ones and bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, filled me with a sense of warmth and happiness that I had never known before.

But amidst the whirlwind of excitement and anticipation, I also found myself thinking over the complexities of blending our families and managing the expectations of our loved ones. I suppose my family was more hand-picked, and there weren’t very many of them.

"You know, Aria," I began tentatively, swirling the remnants of my tea in its cup, "I can't help but feel a little nervous about Timothy's family being there. They're so...different from mine."

Aria's brow furrowed with concern as she reached across the table to grasp my hand. "Evie, sweetheart, don't worry about that," she said gently, her voice filled with reassurance. "You have all the family you need right here, with me and all your loved ones who will be there to support you on your special day."

Her words brought a sense of comfort, but the unease still lingered in the pit of my stomach. "But what if they don't like me?" I couldn't help but voice my fears aloud, the vulnerability seeping into my tone. “They might make things difficult.”

Aria's eyes softened as she squeezed my hand reassuringly. "Evie, you are an incredible person, and anyone who can't see that doesn't deserve to be a part of your life," she said firmly. "Besides, Timothy loves you more than anything, and that's all that matters."

I sighed, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders at her words. "You're right," I conceded, offering her a grateful smile. “Besides, if they don’t like the idea, they don’t have to show up.”

Aria nodded in agreement. "Exactly," she affirmed.