The hour was late, but none of you cared. Pansy twirled a lock of hair between her fingers. Astoria sat cross-legged on the couch, her chin resting on her hands, a knowing smile on her lips.

You fidgeted with your sleeves, a dreamy smile tugging at your lips. You couldn’t believe it was happening. It felt like a dream you didn’t want to wake up from.

"It was a beautiful night," you murmured. "We were looking for something d/mb to do. And he said—"

You shook your head, your heart fluttering again, remembering the way Mattheo had looked at you—like you were the only person in the world.

You and Mattheo had been together for years, but everything was about to change.

"Hey babe, I think I wanna marry you."

The words had fallen from his lips so effortlessly, as if they were inevitable.

The room froze for a second before Pansy and Astoria’s eyes widened.

"Was it the look in your eyes?" Pansy asked, sitting up straighter, her voice giddy with excitement.

Astoria grinned, nudging your knee with her own. "Or was it your dancing moves?"

You laughed softly, biting your lip. The memory of the way Mattheo had held you, the way the world had felt so small and yet so infinite all at once, settled deep in your chest.

"Who cares?" you whispered, shaking your head as if you still couldn’t believe it. Then, looking at your best friends, your voice steadied, full of something certain, something true. "I think I wanna marry him."

Pansy let out a squeak and threw herself at you in a tight embrace, while Astoria clapped her hands together, her eyes gleaming.