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Chapter 14 - THE PROPOSAL SHE NEVER EXPECTED

Two years after the Founders' Gala, Gideon invited me to a private dinner.

We had been dating for nearly a year.

Slowly.

Carefully.

Happily.

He'd met Owen.

Owen had interrogated him over dinner.

Gideon had answered every question.

Then helped wash the dishes.

My brother had approved.

Reluctantly.

That evening, Gideon took me to a rooftop garden overlooking Manhattan.

White flowers lined the walkway.

Soft music played.

The city glittered beneath us.

I smiled.

“This is beautiful.”

Gideon looked nervous.

That made me laugh.

“Gideon?”

He took my hand.

“Vivian.”

My heart began racing.

He continued.

“When I first met you, I admired your intelligence.”

I smiled.

“Good start.”

He laughed softly.

“Then I admired your courage.”

My eyes filled.

“And eventually, I realized something.”

He looked into my eyes.

“I was falling in love with the woman who kept showing up, even when life had given her every reason to stop.”

I covered my mouth.

Gideon reached into his jacket.

A small velvet box.

He opened it.

Inside was a beautiful diamond ring.

“Vivian.”

His voice trembled.

“I don't want to rescue you.”

My eyes filled.

“You've already rescued yourself.”

He smiled.

“I just want the privilege of building a life beside you.”

Tears slipped down my cheeks.

“Will you marry me?”

I laughed through my tears.

“Yes.”

Gideon closed his eyes.

“Yes?”

I nodded.

“Yes, Gideon.”

He slipped the ring onto my finger.

Then kissed me.

And for the first time in my life, I knew what it felt like to be loved without conditions.

Our wedding took place the following spring.

A small ceremony in a garden outside New York.

Owen walked me down the aisle.

Sofia designed my gown.

It was ivory.

Elegant.

Backless.

Not because anyone demanded it.

Because I wanted it.

My scars were visible.

And when Gideon saw me, he began crying.

Not from pity.

Not from sadness.

But because he thought I was beautiful.

I walked toward him smiling.

And when we exchanged vows, he whispered:

“Every part of your story brought you here.”

May you like

I smiled through my tears.

“And I'm grateful it brought me to you.”

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