I can’t shake off my state of shock. I feel like I’m floating on a cloud. Everything seems unreal, as if I’m living in a dream.
I shift restlessly in bed; Adrien’s gaze is on me, measuring each of my movements. He watches me closely, as if he wants to read my mind.
— You don’t have to answer now — he says softly —. I want it to be special. I want you to meet my parents, and I want to meet yours. I want to ask for your hand, as it should be.
He locks his gaze on me, waiting for a reaction. I nod slightly, unable to articulate a word.
— I need you to say something, Isa — he insists, with a hint of concern.
I clear my throat, trying to untie the knot that tightens within me.
— Honestly, I don’t know what to say, Adrien... Everything feels like a dream. — My voice escapes as a whisper.
