How can you wager my goddaughter's happiness?

Ben came out after shower and sat in the living room staring at his phone. He was looking at the picture of Mr and Mrs Tarzann that he had tricked Dana into taking.

‘When will he be able to openly declare that she was his? When would she accept him? How?’ Ben sighed. He couldn’t explain his feeling or why he felt this way. Logically speaking, she wasn’t an extraordinary beauty for him to be taken by her beauty; He had interacted with women who were much more beautiful and delicate.

She wasn’t the smartest women he had ever met; He had met woman who were much more capable and successful. It wasn’t a friendship that developed over years and bloomed into love…. There simply wasn’t any reason. He just loved her.

On reflection, maybe for argument’s sake one could say that he was just curious after their first meeting. But when did curiosity change into a bone deep feeling? He didn’t know. The more he looked and interacted, regardless of her rejection, he became more convinced ‘She was his’