In yacht

Francisco stopped in the middle of the yacht. It was dark, and Hazel’s heart started beating fast. She realized they were on Francisco’s personal yacht, but she couldn't fathom why he had brought her there.

Suddenly, the lights came on, illuminating the space. Hazel looked around in amazement. The yacht was decorated beautifully, with champagne on the table, roses, and rose petals scattered everywhere. Francisco approached her slowly and held her palm.

Hazel tried to smile. "What is it?" she asked.

Francisco ignored her question and, instead, got down on one knee. "Will you marry me?" he asked, presenting her with a stunning ring.

Hazel stared at the ring, her mind racing. She looked at Francisco and slowly blinked, unsure of how to respond.

"What happened? Don’t you like the ring?" Francisco asked, his eyes searching hers.

Hazel nodded, "It’s so beautiful."

"But you didn’t answer me," Francisco pressed.

"Will you marry me?"

Hazel smiled, trying to mask her confusion and hesitation.

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