Ella.
I just got off the phone with Joshua Kane’s dad, feeling a mix of anger and frustration after a heated exchange about his singular focus on the failing business instead of his own son.
Now I stand in Kane’s arms, feeling a whirlwind of emotions coursing through me.
Shock, fear, joy, the list goes on.
I can’t understand why he would want me as his wife, considering my damaged past and all the baggage I carry.
As he stares down at me, his eyes filled with pure affection, I can feel his anticipation of my response.
My mouth opens then closes, the silence echoing in the empty room.
I’m being too quiet answer him, Ella, what are you doing?
I’m frozen, unable to move or speak. His arms loosen around me while his eyes fill with sadness.
My soul is screaming, begging me to say yes,
