At Our Sweetest, We Fall Apart
He reached into his pocket, pulled out a small velvet box, and kneeled before me.
"Isabella, will you marry me?"
A rush of emotion hit me.
"I will." I nodded, tears welled up in my eyes.
At my words, his face lit up with a bright, unrestrained smile. He slid the ring onto my finger with careful reverence, then pulled me into a tight embrace.
"Isabella, I love you," he whispered.
"I love you too."
I hugged Luca back, tears streaming freely.
I knew then that our future would be filled with warmth and happiness.
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