The reception hall was a tapestry of celebration, woven with the soft harmonies of a string quartet and the clinking of crystal glasses. Devonne resplendent in a navy gown that mirrored the night sky, moved among the guests with an effortless grace that belied her dual life as a celebrated lawyer and the clandestine Consigliere to the formidable Mancini family.

As she moved through the crowd, her eyes caught sight of a figure that seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly light near the grand buffet. The woman, with hair cascading in silky waves that framed a face of serene beauty, appeared almost like a vision. Her dress, made of moonlight and mist, made her look even more elegant, making her the center of an unspoken gravity that pulled all eyes toward her.

Time seemed to slow down, the air thickening as if to hold this moment in an eternal embrace. Devonne's breath quickened, her heart beating like a drum in her ears. She felt an irresistible pull, an urgency she couldn't rationalize. Her feet started moving on their own, pushing her through the crowd of guests who, one by one, turned to watch her with growing interest.

Without really understanding why, Devonne knelt down in front of the woman, her eyes locking onto hers with a depth of feeling that startled even herself. “Give me all your love, ” she began, her voice trembling with an intensity that silenced the room. “I'll give you all of my love, trust me. I'll protect you 'til my death come."

The woman's eyes widened, and her breath hitched in a silent gasp. The surprise on her face softened into a look of curiosity and a silent question. The air around them buzzed with a charged energy, making the other guests stop talking and stare in shock. Devonne's cheeks flushed with a heat that spread like wildfire, her pulse racing as the full realization of her spontaneous proposal sank in. But despite the shock and everyone's eyes on them, she couldn't look away from the woman in front of her.