You and Charles had been together for five beautiful years, but marriage had always been an untouched topic between you. It wasn’t because either of you opposed the idea — it was simply a subject that had never naturally come up. You often wondered how he felt about it, unsure how to broach the topic without feeling vulnerable. The uncertainty lingered in your heart, but you chose to enjoy the present, savoring each moment with him.

Now, here you were, in the midst of his cousin’s lively wedding celebration. The two of you moved seamlessly across the dance floor, wrapped in music and laughter, your steps blending effortlessly with the joyous rhythm of the crowd. Charles twirled you gracefully, the smile on his face brighter than the lights strung across the venue.

As the DJ’s voice called out for the bride to throw the bouquet, excitement buzzed around the room. Charles caught your eye, his gaze twinkling with mischief. With a small nod, he encouraged you to join the group of women eagerly gathering. You hesitated, but his playful insistence sent you forward. The bride tossed the bouquet high into the air, and as fate would have it, it landed perfectly in your hands.

Amid cheers and applause, you turned toward Charles, holding up the bouquet with a laugh. He beamed at you, his eyes filled with warmth and something deeper — something that made your heart skip a beat. His family erupted into celebration, clapping and whistling, their joy radiating through the room.

Charles began walking toward you, his gaze locked on yours as the crowd parted to let him through. The applause grew louder, his relatives encouraging whatever moment was about to unfold. When he finally reached you, he placed his strong hands gently on your waist, lifting you into a spin that made your breath catch. Holding you tightly, he pressed a tender kiss to your shoulder, his lips lingering there as he leaned close.

"Mi bella" he murmured, his voice soft but steady "do you know what this means?"