“Yes,” I say the one word that comes to mind. I always watched others get proposed to, and I never thought it would happen to me, and I was okay with it. But this past year just being with him, I knew that I wanted to do it officially. I wanted to walk down the aisle and promise to love him until my last breath. I don’t even look down at the ring that he slips on my finger because my hands grip his face, and I bend to kiss him. A minute later, our families come and give us all the hugs and kisses, and when I finally look down, I see the most beautiful ring I’ve ever seen.

It’s not a diamond; it’s the color blue like my eyes, princess cut with two heart-shaped white diamonds on each side. I grab my purse, taking out my phone and snapping a picture of me holding up the ring next to my face. “What are you doing?” Mark asks, and I look over at him, and I smile.

The serial dater has finally crossed her name off the list. Get ready for all things wedding.

I attach it with the picture I just took, and I put it back in my purse.

“Oh my God.” I hear Evan shriek from somewhere, and then he walks to us. “You’re the serial dater.”

“Um,” I tell him. “You follow me?”

“You are the guy who bought her the fish?” he says, laughing and pointing at Mark.

“Let’s have a toast,” Karrie says, lifting her glass of champagne. “To Mark and Vivienne.”

“To love,” I say, looking up at Mark. “To forever love.”

Epilogue Two

Mark

Five years later

I walk into the bathroom and click the door closed, and my wife looks up at me. My wife, I gave her the fiancée title for two weeks, and then I just said fuck it and threw another “barbecue,” but this time at my parents’ house and with all my family and her family there. With Karrie at her side and Chris at mine, I vowed to love her forever. “You look like you’re on a mission.” She smiles and turns around, looking at me. She’s wearing her robe, and it’s hanging open with nothing under it.

“I am on a mission,” I tell her and pick her up, putting her on the counter. “The mission to get inside you for more than five seconds before someone comes looking for us.” My hands rub her bare legs, and she opens for me. “Are you ready?” I ask her, praying she is, and she just nods her head.