They didn’t come closer. They just watched.
My fingers instinctively tightened around Adam’s. “We should go.”
But he smiled. “Not just yet, babe.”
He raised a hand, and a line of women appeared one by one, each holding a single rose. Then Adam dropped to one knee, a ring in his hand, sparkling in the cold light.
“Kaia,” he said, voice warm, sure. “Ten years ago, you walked into my world and changed everything. You’ve been my partner, my brilliance, my strength. I know you’ve been through hell. I know you’ve been betrayed. But I’m standing here, promising to love you, to protect you, to never forget what I have in front of me. Will you marry me?”
The world slowed around us.
