Marry Me at Christmas

“Good guess.”

Ginger hugged him again. “I’m so happy for you. She’s great. I like her a lot.”

The music shifted to the wedding march and the guests all rose.

“That’s our cue,” Jonny told her. “You ready?”

“I am.”

She tucked her arm in his and they started down the aisle. He nodded at the people he knew, then found the one person who mattered most.

Madeline stood next to the seat she was saving for him. Tears filled her eyes, but he knew they were the happy ones. The good ones. He’d seen similar tears when he’d given her the engagement ring he’d picked out. The ring that was tucked in her nightstand drawer for the evening.

Later, when the happy couple was back from their honeymoon, the four of them would have dinner and he and Madeline would announcement their engagement.

They were already making wedding plans. Nothing too big, Madeline had told him. Or over the top. As he kissed Ginger’s cheek and watched as Oliver drew her close, he wondered if he really could fly in the Vienna Boys’ Choir. Just for a couple of songs.