“You are the woman I want beside me for the rest of my life. Nadya, will you marry me?”
I began crying before he had even finished speaking.
“Yes,” I whispered.
He blinked, smiling nervously.
“Was that a yes?”
I laughed through my tears.
“Yes! Yes, Daniel! Of course I’ll marry you!”
He opened the box.
Inside was a beautiful diamond ring, its delicate band catching the candlelight.
But as I looked at it, I noticed something else.
Daniel’s fingers were trembling.
This was not the confident man who usually teased me about being emotional over romantic movies. He looked just as overwhelmed as I felt.
He took my left hand and carefully slipped the ring onto my finger.
Then he stood and pulled me into his arms.
I wrapped mine around his neck, crying against his shoulder while he held me tightly.
For a long time, neither of us said anything.
