Esme's POV
His smile never wavered .
But his knees did.
I took a step back as I watched him kneel on the floor. My voice lodged in my throat as I kept my eyes glued to his hands. Or rather the one he had behind his back still. "Xavier?" I murmured. "What are you doing?"
Is he doing what I think he's doing?
"Esmeralda Orlandi..." He is.
He's proposing to me.
I wasn't sure if I was elated or in shock at what he was doing. I literally just admitted how I felt about him and now he is here down on one knee about to pop the most intimate question a partner could ask. But, do I want to marry him? The more I thought about it, the more it just seemed right all around.
I looked back down and into his eyes. He hadn't said anything apart from my name. Yet he still carried that beautiful smile
