The tears Marylin had been holding back finally spilled over. They were tears of happiness—sweet, joyful tears.
What Karl had said about the red rose and the white rose moved her deeply.
It also left the stunned ex standing nearby utterly humiliated. In his past relationship with Marylin, there had indeed been a white rose at home and a red rose elsewhere.
And now Karl had said that whether white or red, there was only one rose in his heart—her.
Everyone who knew about Marylin's past with that man seemed to witness an invisible slap land squarely across the ex's face. The man who had come hoping to "catch up" with her stumbled backward a few steps in disgrace, then turned and left.
Of course, Marylin noticed none of it.
At that moment, there was only Karl in her eyes.
She handed the bouquet to a friend beside her, then stepped forward through her tears, overwhelmed with joy, and took the ring from Karl.
"I do!" she declared loudly. "I truly do!"
