Diary of a Wedding Planner in Love (Tales Behind the Veils Book 2) by Violet Howe Page B
Authors: Violet Howe
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been typing all day."
Cabe laughed as the waitress poured our water. "That's a pretty watered-down description of what I do, Ty. I was a program manager, and I've moved back down to being a developer since I've been home. Now I'll be a program manager again."
Greek to me. I had no better idea what he did for a living than before he explained it, but oh well. I was happy for him, and he was happy. That's all that mattered.
He ordered a few appetizers and a rather expensive bottle of champagne. I raised an eyebrow at him, and he laughed again. "We're celebrating!"
"Wow, you must be happy. You don't even like champagne," I said.
"I don't like cheap champagne, Buttercup. There's a difference."
I nodded and smiled at him. I swear he was glowing. He carried himself differently, with his head held high and his shoulders relaxed, like a huge weight had been lifted from him. The tension I’d grown accustomed to seeing in his face was gone, replaced with an easy smile that crinkled the edges of his eyes with soft lines. Seeing him so happy swelled my heart to near bursting, and I reached my hand across the table to take his. He squeezed my hand in return, leaning over the table to meet me for a kiss.
I have no idea what will happen in our lives, and I have no idea if Cabe and I will get a happily ever after ending. But in that moment, at that table, gazing into those blue eyes and basking in his sweet smile, I know I have never been happier in my life. I have never felt more completely at peace. To be sitting with him, hand in hand, sharing kisses and celebrating the future, filled me with such joy and contentment I thought I was going to be a total dork and cry. My throat felt constricted, and I struggled to swallow as I blinked back tears.
"Are you gonna cry?" Cabe leaned forward and grinned, taking my chin in his and kissing me again.
"I'm just happy for you. Shut up."
"I'm happy, too, but I'm not crying."
Warmth spread across my cheeks as I blushed. I wanted so much to tell him I loved him. To say how sorry I was it took me so long to know it. To apologize for any time he felt it or wanted to say it and couldn't. For any time I hurt him—or rejected him. I wanted to say I didn't mean to rush things, and I would wait however long he needed. To tell him I would never leave his side, and that I wanted us to celebrate every milestone together from here on out. But then our champagne arrived, and the words stuck in my throat as I reached for my glass.
"To happy days ahead." Cabe raised his glass in a toast.
"Happy days ahead." I clinked my glass against his and savored the tickle of bubbles sliding down my throat and chasing the tears away.
"And now, for the best part." He drained his glass and shifted in his seat, obviously excited to tell me the rest of his news.
"There's more?" I asked as he refilled our glasses.
"Wade petitioned the board to reinstate my share of the bonus for the projects my team completed last year. It's only a portion based on my work in the upstart of each project, but they've approved his request, and I will be receiving a rather sizable check at the end of the month. So I'm thinking we should plan a trip for your birthday. Anywhere you want to go!"
"What?" My mouth dropped open and then closed again as I squealed in delight. "Seriously?"
"Yep. You pick the destination, and we'll do it. Where do you want to go?"
"Oh my gosh, Cabe. I don't know. I'd have to think about it. Are you sure that's what you want to do? I mean, do you want to take that money and use it to move out of the pool house?"
"Tyler, it's not like I'm broke or I can't afford to move out of Mom's. I just haven't been motivated to find a place. The pool house was an easy solution when I came back from Seattle, and I haven't thought much about packing up and moving again. Not that there's much to pack this time around. But still. This is a bonus I wasn't expecting, so I want to do something special. With you. I want to take
Cabe laughed as the waitress poured our water. "That's a pretty watered-down description of what I do, Ty. I was a program manager, and I've moved back down to being a developer since I've been home. Now I'll be a program manager again."
Greek to me. I had no better idea what he did for a living than before he explained it, but oh well. I was happy for him, and he was happy. That's all that mattered.
He ordered a few appetizers and a rather expensive bottle of champagne. I raised an eyebrow at him, and he laughed again. "We're celebrating!"
"Wow, you must be happy. You don't even like champagne," I said.
"I don't like cheap champagne, Buttercup. There's a difference."
I nodded and smiled at him. I swear he was glowing. He carried himself differently, with his head held high and his shoulders relaxed, like a huge weight had been lifted from him. The tension I’d grown accustomed to seeing in his face was gone, replaced with an easy smile that crinkled the edges of his eyes with soft lines. Seeing him so happy swelled my heart to near bursting, and I reached my hand across the table to take his. He squeezed my hand in return, leaning over the table to meet me for a kiss.
I have no idea what will happen in our lives, and I have no idea if Cabe and I will get a happily ever after ending. But in that moment, at that table, gazing into those blue eyes and basking in his sweet smile, I know I have never been happier in my life. I have never felt more completely at peace. To be sitting with him, hand in hand, sharing kisses and celebrating the future, filled me with such joy and contentment I thought I was going to be a total dork and cry. My throat felt constricted, and I struggled to swallow as I blinked back tears.
"Are you gonna cry?" Cabe leaned forward and grinned, taking my chin in his and kissing me again.
"I'm just happy for you. Shut up."
"I'm happy, too, but I'm not crying."
Warmth spread across my cheeks as I blushed. I wanted so much to tell him I loved him. To say how sorry I was it took me so long to know it. To apologize for any time he felt it or wanted to say it and couldn't. For any time I hurt him—or rejected him. I wanted to say I didn't mean to rush things, and I would wait however long he needed. To tell him I would never leave his side, and that I wanted us to celebrate every milestone together from here on out. But then our champagne arrived, and the words stuck in my throat as I reached for my glass.
"To happy days ahead." Cabe raised his glass in a toast.
"Happy days ahead." I clinked my glass against his and savored the tickle of bubbles sliding down my throat and chasing the tears away.
"And now, for the best part." He drained his glass and shifted in his seat, obviously excited to tell me the rest of his news.
"There's more?" I asked as he refilled our glasses.
"Wade petitioned the board to reinstate my share of the bonus for the projects my team completed last year. It's only a portion based on my work in the upstart of each project, but they've approved his request, and I will be receiving a rather sizable check at the end of the month. So I'm thinking we should plan a trip for your birthday. Anywhere you want to go!"
"What?" My mouth dropped open and then closed again as I squealed in delight. "Seriously?"
"Yep. You pick the destination, and we'll do it. Where do you want to go?"
"Oh my gosh, Cabe. I don't know. I'd have to think about it. Are you sure that's what you want to do? I mean, do you want to take that money and use it to move out of the pool house?"
"Tyler, it's not like I'm broke or I can't afford to move out of Mom's. I just haven't been motivated to find a place. The pool house was an easy solution when I came back from Seattle, and I haven't thought much about packing up and moving again. Not that there's much to pack this time around. But still. This is a bonus I wasn't expecting, so I want to do something special. With you. I want to take
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