Chapter Two: He proposed

Rosa's POV

After our meal, Donald excused himself, standing up from the chair he sat with a warm smile.

"Hey babe, I'll be right back soon, you can order for anything if you need more." he whispered bending down to kiss my cheek before walking away.

I kept sitting quietly and taking in the restaurant's serene atmosphere. A romantic and welcoming ambiance was produced by the gentle light from the chandeliers above. The allure was further enhanced by the tranquil hum of the piano in the background. I was drinking my wine and thinking a lot about where Donald had gone.

A young woman approached me a moment later. She had a kind but enigmatic smile and was well dressed.

"Pardon me, ma'am," she said courteously. "Are you Rosa?" I wondered how she knew my name as I looked at her. After a brief pause, I replied, "Yes." She smiled enigmaticly at me once more. My smile made her smile even more. "A young, handsome man is waiting for you down the hall," she spoke softly after that.

Before I could respond, she gave me a single red rose. In spite of my confusion, I accepted the flower because it piqued my curiosity. "Young, handsome man"—who could he be? No doubt she was referring to Donald, but what was he doing?

I did as she said and went down the hall. I am still not sure if he is Donald. As I stepped farther away from the busy main dining area, the subtle aroma of roses filled the air. A mixture of excitement and a little anxiety made my heart skip a beat.

Another young man in a sharp suit, dressed elegantly, was coming toward the end of the hallway. presented me with another rose. I refused to accept it this time. "Who are you?" He smiled and answered softly "A young man is waiting for you just ahead."

My heart was racing when I accepted the second rose. What was happening? Every stride forward was like entering a fantasy world. similar to cartoon fairy tales.

When I finally arrived at the end of the hallway, I was astounded by what I saw. They turned the room into a paradise. Rose petals were thoughtfully placed in the shape of a heart as floor decorations. Soft pastel balloons added to the enchantment as they floated gently in the corners. The room was filled with a melody that seemed to reflect the feelings in my chest as a pianist sat in the corner, his fingers moving beautifully over the keys. i said to myself "The person who knows I liked piano and privacy organised this. I know is my love." Talk of the devil himself Standing in the center of it all, my Donald, holding a bouquet of fresh roses. I felt weak in the knees from the warmth in his eyes and the brightness of his smile. My friends suddenly showed up and Donald's friends.

He walked slowly toward me and gave me the bouquet with such gentleness that it warmed my heart. A deep flush crept across my face as my cheeks began to flush.

"My heart," he said in a steady but passionate voice. "I knew you were the missing piece of my heart the moment I met you. You are my sunshine, my light, and the most stunning woman I have ever laid eyes on. The remedy for my headache is you. You are my angel, the mother of my children to be, my heiress, and the smartest woman I have ever seen."

His lighthearted word choice made me laugh quietly, but his tone was so intensely sincere that it filled my chest.

He went on to say, "My queen," "your smile enchanted me. You are my beacon of light, the source of my happiness and joy. My entire world revolves around you.

Tears swelled up in my eyes and my breath caught. His words were like a warm hug around my heart.

He uttered the words, "I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy and creating unforgettable memories with you," with a little hint of emotion in his voice. "I want to create a lovely future that is full of adventure, love, and laughter.

"I swear that I will always love you, my darling, support you, be your rock, and be there for you whenever you need me."

His movements were purposeful and deliberate as he knelt on one knee and spoke. He had a little box of black velvet in his hand. He slowly unlocked it, revealing a brilliant diamond ring that gleamed in the room's gentle light.

He said, "Rosa," gazing up at me with hopeful eyes, "will you marry me, my love?"

It felt as though time paused. I was overcome with feelings that I was unable to adequately express. With all of my heart, I gazed at the man I loved, tears rolling down my cheeks.

"Yes," I muttered, my voice breaking with excitement. Then, more loudly: "Yes! I will marry you, my darling.

He instantly showed relief and joy, and his smile was the biggest I have ever seen. The ring was placed on my finger with such tenderness that it made my knees weak. As if it had always been there, it fit flawlessly.

Like a dream come true, the experience was unreal. It was the first time I had ever felt a sense of completion as I gazed down at the glittering ring on my hand.

Before I could reply, Donald stood up and pulled me into a tight hug. His arms encircled me, shielding me from everything but the love we were experiencing at the time.

I soaked his suit in tears as I whispered, "I love you so much," into his chest.

"And I love you more than you can possibly imagine," he informed me as he planted a kiss on my crown.

Our special occasion had the perfect soundtrack when the pianist changed to a gentle, romantic tune. We simply held each other while the seriousness of the situation set in for a while. I was still in shock over what had just happened.

There was a proposal from Donald.

Now, the man who had captured my heart had made an indefinite request for it. And I had completely said yes.