Six months later, Ethan moved effortlessly around my apartment kitchen, wearing a simple linen apron as he prepared dinner.
I curled up on the sofa with a book, occasionally glancing up to watch him, a quiet and unshakable peace settling deep within my heart.
"Elara," Ethan called softly, turning away from the stove.
I stood and walked toward him.
"What's wrong?"
He turned to face me, holding a small velvet ring box in his palm. When he opened it, a delicate silver ring caught the warm kitchen light.
"Will you marry me?"
His question was simple and quiet, but his eyes carried all the sincerity and devotion in his heart.
I froze in surprise.
Ethan continued, "I know it hasn't been that long. But I'm certain. I want to spend the rest of my life with you."
My breath caught, warmth s
