You hadn’t expected a proposal. Hell, you hadn’t expected Stella’s father to have thrown a ball that evening, but it still happened. When Helia brought you, or rather followed you, out to the terrace, you were expecting deep and meaningful conversation. Certainly not this…

Turning to have seen him kneel down with a box in his hands had made your heart stop, and it still was. You were frozen in place, even though he’d posed the question already. Twice.

“…Well?” Helia asks softly, the melodic baritone easing you back to reality from your thoughts.