Page 133 of Falling for the Billionaire Best Man

She laughed, shaking her head. “That’s a planetary mixer,” she said, walking over to it and running her hand along the side. “It’s for mixing large batches of dough or batter. It’s basically my dream machine.”

“Planetary mixer,” I repeated, nodding like I knew what she was talking about. “Got it.”

She grinned at me, her eyes sparkling. “You have no idea what that means, do you?”

“Not a clue,” I admitted with a laugh. “But if it makes you happy, it makes me happy.”

“Is there a reason you got me all dressed up?”

“I plan on taking you to dinner to celebrate our engagement,” I said.

“Oh my gosh!” She gasped and held out her hand, staring down at the ring. “You overwhelmed me. I didn’t even look at the ring!”

She held her hand up to the light, her eyes widening as she took in the ring. The diamond sparkled brilliantly, catching every ray of light that filtered through the windows. My mother’s ring was a timeless piece, simple yet elegant, just like Dorie.

“It’s beautiful,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. She turned to me, her eyes glistening. “Kaisen, this is perfect.”

“It was my mom’s.”

Her eyes filled with tears. “It’s perfect. I’m honored.”

I felt a lump rise in my throat at the mention of my mother. She had always talked about this moment, about the day I would give this ring to the woman I wanted to spend my life with. And now here we were, standing in the middle of a dream come true—for both of us.

“She loved you before she even met you,” I said softly, reaching out to brush a tear from her cheek. “She always said I needed someone who could keep up with me, someone who could challenge me and love me all at once.”

Dorie smiled through her tears, leaning into my touch. “And here I thought you were the one keeping up with me.”

I chuckled, pulling her close again. “Guess we’re a perfect match then.”

She nodded, resting her head against my chest. “Yeah,” she murmured. “We are.”

“So,” she said, her voice teasing. “When are we getting married?”

I laughed, my heart swelling with love. “Whenever you want. I figured you’d want to make the cake, so we’d need some time to plan…”

She shook her head. “No cake. What time does the courthouse open tomorrow?”

I blinked, caught off guard. “The courthouse?”

She nodded, her grin widening. “Yeah. And can you have your jet ready to fly us somewhere tropical afterward?”

I stared at her for a moment, my mind racing, before a smile spread across my face. “You’re serious?”

“As a heart attack.”

“You don’t want the big wedding with the dress and flowers?”

“No, do you?”

I thought about it. I always assumed I would see her in a wedding gown. But did it matter? “Tomorrow, then?”

“Tomorrow.”

I laughed, pulling her into my arms. “I’ve never been so on board with something in my life.”

“Alright, now, you owe me a dinner.”