Aria
The ring inside caught the candlelight.
My hand went over my mouth before I'd decided to move it.
He looked at me. Just looked at me, steady and sure, the way he did everything.
"Aria Thorne," he said. His voice was quiet in the big room. "Will you marry me."
I was already crying.
I nodded before I could find my voice, nodding hard, and then I said yes, out loud, so he would be absolutely certain, and then I was crossing the room and he was standing and I walked directly into his chest and his arms came around me and I kept crying in a way that was completely out of my control.
He put the ring on my finger.
I pulled back just enough to look at it, blurry through my tears, and then looked up at him.
"I thought I was going to die," I said. My voice came out rough and thick. "A week ago I genuinely thought I was going to die and now you're—"
"You didn't," he said.
"I know." I laughed, badly, through the tears. "I know, I just—"
