17 Epilogue – Preston
As the ship’s horn blasts, Ginny leans over the railing and waves at the crowd on shore watching us leave port. She turns back toward me, a huge grin plastered on her face. Her smile is so infectious that before I know it, I’m grinning from ear to ear as well. How did I get so lucky? I still can’t believe she said yes.
Of course, the way I proposed to her might have had something to do with it. I made her a special ravioli dish from scratch, then served it to her during a candlelit dinner. If there’s one thing she’s smitten with, it’s ravioli. I think I come in a close second—probably tied with her favorite cake, tiramisu—because when I asked her to marry me at the end of the meal, she jumped up from the table and squealed with delight.
She’s squealing with delig
