Soon, we were sitting together at the same little table, laughing over pastries.

He told me about his job in IT, his love for classic films, and how he’d been working up the courage to talk to me for weeks.

From there, everything felt natural.

Ed was thoughtful in the ways that mattered. Instead of expensive gifts, he brought me single sunflowers because he knew I loved them. He planned simple picnics, remembered my favorite foods, and showed up with ice cream when I had bad days.

For two years, he made me feel seen.

Then he proposed.

We were walking along a pier at sunset when he suddenly stopped, dropped to one knee, and asked me to marry him.

I didn’t hesitate.

I said yes.

A few weeks later, I introduced him to my family—my mom and my older brother, Ryan.

Ryan had always been protective. After our dad passed away, he stepped into that role without being asked. He wasn’t just my brother—he was my guardian.

That night, I watched him closely study Ed.

But by the end of dinner, Ryan gave me a small nod.

That meant everything.

The wedding planning flew by.

We chose a beautiful venue, decorated with white roses and warm lights. Everything was perfect.

And on the big day, I felt like I was floating.

The ceremony was everything I dreamed of. My mom cried. Ryan beamed with pride. Ed looked at me like I was his whole world.