As the theater emptied, the crowd buzzed with awe, praising Clare's performance, noting the steely resilience she'd gained in her five-year absence. Julian leaned against a lamppost, scarf hiding his face, hoping for one last look.
My figure appeared, wrapped in a thick cashmere scarf, darting into the snow with glee. "Nick, it's snowing again!" I spun, laughing, then leaped into his arms. "I love this place!"
Nick brushed snow from my hair. "Because it's always snowing?"
I turned, surprised. "Not just that. I love it here because of you."
Julian, hidden behind a pillar, trembled at my words.
Nick froze, then said, "Clara." I smiled, bright and warm. "Alright, I'm officially giving you permission to ask me to form a sacred bond."
His eyes widened. He'd prepared a ring, planned everyt
