Sweat was running through your face at first. You could feel you were covered in sweat, from your face to places where the sun doesn't shine. You stayed down on one knee, holding the box with the ring inside it in front of her, waiting for her answer.

A few months ago, Emma had agreed that tonight was the night of the yearly Hellfire Gala. The place was full of recognizable and unrecognizable faces. A few X-Men, Avengers and other associations were there. Some were there for the goal the Hellfire Club had, others were just for the food and the partying.

When she had taken a microphone to thank everyone for coming and give her appreciation, you took the microphone from her before she could return it.

Perhaps it was because of the few drinks you drank, but you felt bold that night. You had brought the ring you bought for her a few weeks ago. You were simply looking for the best moment to propose to her. And you felt like tonight was the night.

You looked up at her lovingly, giving her a clear view of how much you loved her, and why you were doing such a thing in front of everyone. You turned your head to the sides, recognizing a few familiar faces around. You returned your view to her, praying she would accept to be your wife.