Nobody breathed.
Nobody moved.
The world seemed to narrow until only two people existed.
Camille.
And Dante.
The ring glimmered softly beneath the afternoon sunlight pouring through the massive windows.
Dante remained on one knee.
Calm.
Composed.
Yet somehow more vulnerable than anyone in the room had ever seen him.
For years people had feared him.
Respected him.
Admired him.
But very few had ever seen this side of him.
The side that belonged only to Camille.
His gaze never left hers.
Not for a second.
Camille's heart felt completely out of control.
She couldn't remember how to breathe properly.
Couldn't remember how to think.
All she knew was that the man she loved was kneeling in front of her holding a future she'd secretly wanted for longer than she'd admitted to herself.
Dante smiled softly.
Then finally spoke.
"When I first met you, I thought you were trouble."
The room laughed.
Even Camille.
A tear slipped down her cheek as she laughed.
