SEBASTIAN's P O V

I was looking at a magazine in my hand as I waited for Celine to emerge from the dressing room while I sat still and calmly inside an opulent and exclusive bridal studio.

When I thought back to the way she accepted my proposal, I couldn't help but crack a grin.

‘‘I… I’m sorry…’’ she said, wiping away her tears with her hand. I went into our bedroom and found her there, sitting by the window and staring outside. ‘‘I was at a loss for words ...