Chapter 36 - Act of Lust

POV: Andrea 

Normally, women undergoing a marriage proposal are either on the verge of crying or smiling from ear to ear because of joy.

But me? Neither.

I am in the state of ambivalence right now.

In my younger years being with Lorde, I had daydreamed him proposing to me a couple of times. In the Gemstone River, in a fancy dinner date, while riding our horses on top of a hill, in the terrace under the biggest blue moon of the year, and even here, in this very spot I am sitting now - the classic gazebo.

His words were the exact replica of what I wanted to hear when he proposes to me - or at least some of it excluding him mentioning having dreams about the bus accident and me dying. And yes, the way Lorde positioned himself presently, on bended knee and holding a highly-priced ring, was exactly what I had envisioned.

His proposal was exactly what I wanted, except of course,