The wedding goes smoothly – thank God.

Everything about it, from the ceremony to the kiss to the flower arrangements is perfect. Not that I'm bragging about my maid of honour abilities or anything like that, but I did a satisfying job of helping arrange one of the most beautiful and magical events I've ever witnessed. It felt somewhat surreal, but I can't deny the fact that I loved every moment of it.

Now we're sitting at the head table, after eating a delicious meal, and watching the newlyweds dance to their song. I can't stop staring at them as they do so. There's something so beautiful about them. Be it the atmosphere or the content looks on their faces, I know they're happy as happy can be. They look absolutely magnificent beneath the dim lighting and the fading glow of the sunset that's streaming through the ballroom's tall, open windows.

I rest my cheek on my fist and take a deep breath of the salty ocean air mixed with the fragrant scent of flowers. Hazel and Greyson couldn't have asked for a better day to have their wedding. It was sunny, warm, and there was only a slight breeze. And the sunset has added a spectacular effect to the whole scene.

I could almost start crying for my friend.

Again, the very word catches me by surprise. I never would have thought that becoming close to Warren could open so many doors. Maybe, if I'd have known where getting to know him would lead me, I'd have done it sooner.

Then again, maybe Warren and I were meant to despise each other when we first met.

Maybe I was meant to make a reckless move and say yes to Warren.

I glance at Warren. He's taken off his suit jacket and now has the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up past his elbows; his tie is fitted loosely around his neck, giving him a bit of a carefree vibe; his hair is slicked back with just enough hair gel to keep all but one defiant strand from resting upon his forehead.

"Did I ever mention how much I love it when you stare at me like that?" Warren asks, breaking my train of thought. I blink, stupidly, and turn my full attention to him instead of his looks. He's giving me a cocky-ass smirk that I've, surprisingly, become accustomed to. "Because I really, honestly do."

"Please," I scoff. "Every girl stares at you. You have to be used to it by now."

He shakes his head. "Nope, Novs – you're wrong."

I roll my eyes at the playful tone that's tainting his deep voice. He's in one of those romantic moods and he has this look that makes me think I'm the only thing he's thinking about. I know it sounds repulsively selfish for someone like me to say. It's just...I've been watching Warren over the past week and he hasn't even glanced in another girl's direction.

Suddenly, I feel his calloused palm press against my cheek. I blink again. Warren's face is now inches from mine, the look on it serious. "Novs," he says softly. "Come dance with me."

I stare into those blue eyes, and quickly find myself nodding in agreement. "Okay," I say, taking his free hand.

The devilishly cute grin that crosses his face is enough to make my heart stutter in response.

As we walk to the dance floor that's starting to crowd with people, I try to fight my nerves. Although Hazel insisted we take some dance lessons before the wedding, I never really figured out how to dance while wearing heels. I mean, I did it, but I couldn't last for more than thirty seconds without stumbling or stepping on Warren's toes.

I glance at him. He's still grinning.

"You know I'm not a very good dancer," I blurt.

"Oh, I know," he laughs. "But don't worry, baby - I don't mind you stepping on my toes. Besides, I was smart enough to install a steel toe in them."

I elbow him in the ribs. "How many times am I going to have to tell you to shut up?"

Spinning me around and pulling me close, Warren dips his head down so his lips are only a couple inches from mine. "Hopefully for the rest of your life," he whispers.

My mouth drops open. Is he...is he hinting at getting married? My heart picks up. We've barely been dating for a month.

But, my mind argues, you have known him for a long time. And can you imagine what he would do for a proposal?

I feel my face pale at the very thought. It's not that I don't want to be with him – of course I do. I just...the thought of having something I never knew I always wanted coming true is overwhelming.

"Ah, you know what?" he laughs. "Forget about it for now. It's too soon for us to be discussing this. If it happens, it's going to happen the right way." He taps me on the nose. "Let's just enjoy tonight."

I slowly nod and then lean my cheek against his chest as we begin to sway to the tune that's currently playing. It's a slow song – something that's perfect for a moment like this. I close my eyes and breathe in the smell of his cologne.

In this moment, it's like we're the only two in the ballroom of a beach house in Halifax.

Lucky for Warren, I set a record: It takes me a whole minute before I step on his toes with my high heel shoes. When I do, all he does is laugh.

It's moments like these that I wonder what he sees in me.

As Warren spins me around, I catch Hazel's eye. She smiles at me, and then comes rushing across the dance floor to hug me. "Thank you," she whispers, sounding a little choked up.

I shake my head, suddenly feeling emotional. "No, Haze – thank you. This has been fantastic. And congratulations Mrs. Williams."

She blushes a little, but not as much as I do when Warren says, from behind us, "You know what the good thing about being a boy is? I get to share my last name with another girl. So, although I really hate that you gave up the family name, Haze, let's put our minds to ease knowing that someday another girl is going to get it."

Hazel rolls her eyes. "So your girlfriend is going to replace me?"

Warren hugs his sister. "C'mon, sis. No one could ever replace you."

They both laugh while I stand there blushing profusely. Again with these future references. Subconsciously, and while the two of them chat about this fairy-tale evening, I glance down at my bare ring finger. Then at Warren's left hand. My stomach muscles clench. Oh, God. What if he's hinting? Could...could it be possible? We have known each other longer than we've been dating, and half the time we spent together was spent fighting against inevitable feelings.

My heartbeat quickens a little with the thought.

Suddenly, I'm being pulling into another hug.

I look up and see that it's Warren. Only him. Hazel's nowhere to be seen. Why do I keep spacing out like I am?

Warren brushes a strand of hair behind my ear. "What's going on in that mind of yours, Novs? Tonight is supposed to be about having fun, and all you're doing is thinking."

"Can you see this happening between us?" I blurt.

He grins as he traces small circles on my inner forearm. "Yes," he says without hesitation. "But, as I said, when it comes down to the moment, I'm gonna do it right."

I must have a blank look of shock on my face because he laughs and plants a quick kiss on my lips before saying, "Christ. Don't get your panties in a knot, girl. It will be a while before I ask you to marry me. I know you, Novs. We'll take this relationship slowly."

I exhale and cross my arms. "I am not getting my panties in a knot."

"Oh," he laughs. "But you so are. Don't worry, baby, it's cute." He pauses and glances over his shoulder at the head table we were sitting at. "Now, come on." He tugs at my hand. "I want some of that cake."

I smile and shake my head. Just like that, he's back to being the same old Warren I love.