Marco

As I sift through some papers on restructuring father’s company, suddenly, an unexpected thought flashes through my mind. A vision of proposing to Valentina again. The idea catches me off guard, stirring excitement within me. I pause, letting the notion sink in, and a smile tugs at the corners of my lips. I immediately reach out to my jeweller requesting for their finest wedding bands to select from. A sudden knock on the door startles me back to reality.

As Becca steps into the room, I greet her with a smile. “Becca, good to see you. Is everything alright?” I ask, recalling our last conversation over the phone.

“Well, I'm a bit concerned about you, especially after seeing the morning news,” she replies with a furrowed brow as she settles down on the couch.

“Why's that? I thought this is what you've been waiting for,” I say, slightly puzzled.

“Okay, I am lying. I wanted us to talk just because I'm eager to know how soon both of you plan to take things to the next level. Moving in and