Rena’s POV
I knew this was coming. I thought I was ready for it.
But nothing—not the contracts I signed, not the rehearsed words in my head—could have prepared me for the reality of this moment.
A ring. A massive diamond that looks like it belongs in a museum, not on my finger. A proposal, formal and deliberate, despite the fact that my answer was decided long before I stepped on this plane.
My heart betrays me with a quick flutter. It’s ridiculous, really. Armani doesn’t need to propose. He doesn’t have to make this feel like something real. And yet, here he is, kneeling beside me, holding out a ring fit for a queen.
Part of me wants to laugh at the absurdity of it all. Another part wants to scream. Because now, faced with the physical proof of what I’ve agreed to, the weight of it s
