Chapter 131

The proposal didn’t come with fireworks.

No orchestra.

No crowd kneeling in anticipation.

No dramatic speech rehearsed in front of a mirror.

It came on an ordinary Tuesday.

And that made it perfect.

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She had just come home from work, hair slightly undone, heels dangling from her fingers, exhaustion written softly across her face.

Daniel was in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, attempting to cook something ambitious and slightly over-seasoned.

“You’re early,” she ...