After their steamy morning shower, Miranda wrapped a towel around her damp body and padded across the plush carpet of the bedroom. As she reached for her clothes, a subtle clearing of a throat behind her made her pause.
She turned around and her heart skipped several beats. There was Nolan, still glistening from the shower, wearing nothing but a towel slung low on his hips. He was down on one knee, holding a small velvet box between his fingers.
"What are you—" she began, but her voice abandoned her.
Nolan flipped open the box with practiced ease, revealing a diamond ring that caught the morning sunlight streaming through the windows. It sparkled with a brilliance that matched the intensity in his eyes. The design was timeless yet distinctive—sophisticated without being flashy. It was exactly what she would have chosen.
