“Grace.” Kilian’s voice was deep, thick with an emotion that made Grace’s heart lurch.
She spun on her heel, finding Kilian down on his knee in front of her. His blue eyes looked up at her from the floor, full of nervous energy and, if she wasn’t dreaming, love. “Grace Walsh, I can’t say I’ve always loved you,” Kilian started with a weak laugh, trying to clear his throat as the emotion worked up into his throat, making his voice hoarse. He laughed at himself, readying something in his hands at his side.
Grace laughed, holding back the tears that threatened to ruin her makeup, stinging at the corners of her eyes. She held them back, wanting desperately to soak up every single detail of this moment—she wanted to remember every part of it forever.
“But I should have. From the moment I met you, you were all I could ever think about. You’re all I ever want to think about, Grace. And I’m going to do everything within my power to make up for the time I spent avoiding you, when I could have been loving you.”
Grace’s tears welled up suddenly, falling down her cheeks as her smile wavered on her face, crumpling her chin.
“Grace Walsh,” Kilian said, pulling open a small black box. A silver band topped with a beautifully clear diamond glimmered inside of it, nestled in between pieces of purple felt. “Will you marry me?”
Grace pulled her hands away from her face, letting out a soft laugh as her happiness bubbled and overflowed. “Yes, yes!” she exclaimed, reaching out for Kilian as he stood up quickly and embraced her, pulling her into a passionate kiss.
His hands wove around her, supporting the back of her neck as they pressed against each other. Fresh tears fell from her eyes, and she knew, that this was a man worth fighting with, and fighting for.
