The Sky is Falling. Sidney Sheldon

Eve.

      Jeff was standing next to the TelePrompTer, grinning.

      Dana looked into the camera and said awkwardly, ‘We’ll – we’ll pause for another brief commercial.’ The red light went off.

      Dana stood up. ‘Jeff!’

      They moved toward each other and embraced. ‘What do you say?’ he asked.

      She held him tightly and whispered, ‘I say yes.’

      The studio echoed with cheers from the crew.

      When the broadcast was over and they were alone, Jeff said, ‘What would you like, honey? Big wedding, small wedding, medium wedding?’

      Dana had thought about her wedding from the time she was a little girl. She had visualized herself in a beautiful, lacy white gown with a long, long train. In the movies she had seen, there was the frantic excitement of getting ready for the wedding … the guest list to prepare … the caterer to choose … the bridesmaids … the church … All her friends would be there, and her mother. It was going to be the most wonderful day of her life. And now it was a reality.