When love comes calling
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The following weekend, Damien took me to a secluded cabin by the lake—a place far from the flashing cameras and high society.
We spent the weekend talking, slowly unraveling the tangled threads between us.
One night, under a sky full of stars, Damien pulled me close.
“Zara,” he whispered, “I don’t just want your hand in marriage. I want your heart.”
I looked up at him, my breath catching.
“I want to believe that,” I said softly. “But love hasn’t been kind to me.”
He kissed me then—slow, tender, promising.
In that kiss, I tasted something I’d thought was lost forever: hope.