Rosette’s point of viewFor a few seconds, I just stared at the glowing words on the wall, unable to move. “Will you marry me?”My breath caught somewhere between a gasp and a laugh. I turned slowly to Cesare. He was walking toward me, hands in his pockets, that lazy smirk tugging at his mouth like he knew exactly what he was doing to me.“You sneaky bastard,” I murmured, half laughing, half trembling.He stopped right in front of me, close enough that I could smell the faint trace of his cologne; something dark and smoky. His eyes glinted as he brought out a small box, flipped it open, and lifted the ring between his fingers.“Rose,” he said quietly, “will you be my wife?”For a second, the world stopped. My chest clenched, my eyes burned. He wasn’t the type to get on one knee; he didn’t need to. He just stood there, calm, confident, waiting for my answer like he already knew it.I stared at him, a hundred thoughts swirling in my head. All the fights, the pain, the blood and the loss
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