Michael’s POV:I hadn’t felt this kind of restless joy in years.It hummed in my chest like a quiet, constant rhythm, a mix of anticipation, hope, and something dangerously close to certainty. Stacey’s words from that night after the party had lodged themselves firmly in me: I’m ready to move on.I knew she hadn’t said it with a diamond in mind, not the way I had heard it. She meant she was ready to live again, to let the past be the past, to grow without carrying the shadow of a man who had broken her heart. The way the words had left her lips, steady, honest, resolute, lit something fierce in me.And I couldn’t stop imagining.This time, if I proposed, it had to be perfect. No half-hearted gesture, no rushed question mid conversation, no subtle hint hidden inside an ordinary day. Stacey deserved more than that. She deserved something worthy of her courage, her resilience, her quiet strength. She deserved to feel chosen, celebrated, and adored.So I started planning. Slowly, quietly,
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