FAYE
For a long moment, I didn’t move.
Couldn’t move.
The world felt suspended around us—the soft music, the quiet murmurs of other diners, the clinking of cutlery. All of it faded until all I could see was him.
Alexander.
On the other side of the table.
Steady. Patient.
Waiting for me.
I swallowed, but it barely worked. My fingers trembled where they rested on the table.
“I…” I tried again, breath catching. “Alexander, I don’t even know what to say.”
A faint smile touched his lips. And I smiled too.
“Just say what you feel,” he said softly.
What I felt?
I felt everything… too much.
More than I had ever expected to feel for anyone.
My eyes traveled from his face to the ring—simple, elegant, absolutely beautiful—and then back to him.
And suddenly, all the emotions swirling i
