CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Keira could feel every single pair of eyes in the restaurant fixed on her. Even the wait staff were crowding around to watch. Everyone looked delighted; everyone but Keira. Her stomach was rolling with nausea. Her palms grew sweaty, and her hands shook with disbelief. What was Cristiano doing?
He seemed not to have picked up on her stunned shock at all, and launched into a prepared monologue, still bent on one knee.
“I’ve been thinking long and hard,” he said. “About the last time I proposed. I know I moved too fast. So I had to let you go and see whether you’d come back to me. And you did. Here we are. I gave you the time and space to work out that we’re meant to be together. We’re meant for each other.”
Keira could not believe what she was hearing. What Cristiano was
