The island, I mean.
He arranged a romantic dinner on the beach. Roses everywhere, live music, candles. Then he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him.
I cried through the entire thing.
It was perfect.
We still haven’t set a date for the wedding, though not because Hunter hasn’t tried.
He’s been determined to marry me since the day he dragged me out of that bar and away from the academy.
But I want to do it properly.
And despite all his grumbling and threats that he’ll simply force me to pick a date, he never does.
He waits.
Because beneath all that possessiveness and arrogance, Hunter wants one thing more than anything else.
For me to be happy.
I make my way off the ice, and I’ve barely stepped beyond the boards when my stride falters.
There he is. My fiancé. Holding a huge bouquet of white roses.
I smile.
“Congratulations, love. Winning Olympic gold is quite the achievement.”
I take the bouquet from him.
“It hasn’t been announced yet,” I point out.
He bends down and kisses me.
“You won.”
“Hunter—”
“You won,” he repeats. “And if you didn’t, I’d make them reconsider their choices in life.”
“Stop threatening everyone,” I laugh. “I want to win fairly.”
“I know.” His hand cups my cheek. “And you did.”
He presses a kiss to my forehead just as Ophelia rushes over and pulls me into a fierce hug.
“Congrats!”
Octavia is next.
“Move,” she orders, shoving her sister aside before pulling me into a hug. “You were incredible, Miss Ashthorne.”
I laugh.
“Thank you all for being here.”
Octavia looks horrified. “Don't start getting emotional and crying.”
