Annabel’s POV
My body froze.
I should be running, right?
This is not right, there is no way I’m supposed to be talking about marriage with someone who is supposed to be my brother.
I should have yelled at him or talked him out of this madness. Or better still, I should have just ignored him and stormed away from this building, running far away. But in all this, I was no longer scared. The naive Annabel had been replaced with something fiercer.
If someone had told me that within this past month a man would be on his knees asking me to be his forever, I wouldn’t have believed it. Because the day I left James, I thought my journey of love had ended. I believed I would never find love again. But here I am, being looked at in a way that makes me feel seen, cherished, and worth loving all o
