"What did you say?" Zander asked. He stood frozen, his heart hammering against his ribs as he struggled to process the words that had just filled the quiet room.
"I asked if you wanted to marry me," Flora repeated, turning away from the vase. This time, her voice was steady, infused with a confidence that brought a bright glow to her features.
"Yes. More than anything," Zander breathed, a dawning smile breaking across his face. "But wait! I'm the one who's supposed to be proposing to you! I had a whole plan, Flora."
Flora let out a soft, melodic chuckle, reaching out to rest her hands on his chest. "You've proposed to me a dozen times already, Zander. I think it was finally my turn to give you an answer."
The teasing light in his eyes vanished, replaced by an intense, overwhelming heat. Before she could say another word, Zander reached out and cupped her face in his large hands, pulling her into a firm, hungry kiss. It was a seal on a promise years in the making.
