But he wasn’t the man she dreamed about at night. He wasn’t the man she’d fantasized would be on one knee during what should have been the most perfect moment of her life. He wasn’t Carter Martin.
“I…yes.” She almost faltered on the word she’d promised she would say. Suddenly things spun around her as the doors to the tearoom burst open and her parents, Bernadette and Hensley Lynton, rushed in.
“Oh, congratulations!” her mother cooed and gave her a light hug that lacked any real warmth. Her father smiled proudly and offered a hand to Callum so he could pull him in and slap him on the back.
“So glad to see you two finally settling things,” Hensley announced.
Celia looked between Callum and her parents, still uncertain. He was a good man, she knew that, and he would make a fine husband,
