She stood there, stunned.
Behind her, thousands of fireworks bloomed one after another.
In her eyes, the whole scene felt like a dream.
She couldn't hear the cheers of the crowd around them, nor could she see the beautiful, brilliant fireworks in the night sky.
All she could see was the man kneeling on one knee before her, beneath the sky full of fireworks.
All she could hear were his tender words of love.
Tears fell without warning.
"I will!"
With almost no hesitation, she spoke those two words with conviction.
She was willing. She had always been willing—from the age of eighteen to twenty-eight, from a naive young girl to a woman who understood the ways of the world.
Julian Donovan slid the ring onto her slender finger, then rose and pulled the sobbing woman into his arms, lowering his head to kiss her lips.
Although he had planned this fireworks extravaganza, he had no interest in admiring it now. His heart and eyes were filled with her alone.
