Domenic unties the knot behind my head, and once the blindfold is taken off, my eyes adjust to my surroundings.
“What the? Are we at the stadium?”
Red carpet leads to a table positioned in the center of the football stadium. Some of the stadium lights are switched on, giving me a clear vision of the table where flowers and lit candles are sitting.
Surprised, I turn to Domenic, who has a huge smile on his face. “All this is for me?”
He turns and cups my face. “Yes, baby, you deserve it.” Domenic removes his hands, then takes my hand in his and leads me to the table. Once we arrive, he pulls out my chair, and I take a seat loving the way the table looks so romantic.
Domenic walks around the other side and sits opposite me. He brings his hands up to his mouth and runs his thumb over his bottom lip. He seems nervous.
I’m surprised when soft music sounds, and looking over my shoulder, I find a violinist playing. Suddenly, a waiter walks toward us with a bottle of champagne.
“Mr. Reed. Champagne, sir?”
“Please,” Domenic replies, and the waiter fills my glass first and then Domenic’s.
Leaning over the table, I whisper, “Domenic, what’s going on? What is all this for?”
He doesn’t reply. He simply smiles, and it lights up his face.
“You’re acting weird.”
He points a finger to his chest as he takes a sip of his champagne. “Me, acting weird?”
Giggling, I take a sip of my champagne, but something catches my eye. Freezing mid-sip, I look into the glass and ask, “What in the world is—” My words are caught in my throat when I see what’s in my glass. Placing my fingers in there, I reach for the object and bring it into my line of sight. With all my attention focused on the ring, I hadn’t noticed that Domenic had gotten off his chair and is standing beside me.
“Domenic, what’s going on?” I ask, looking up at him with the ring in my hand. He gently takes the ring from my fingers and kneels on the ground.
“Oh my God,” I say as my body begins to tremble. Domenic smiles, his eyes glistening with unshed tears.
Is this really happening?
Placing the ring halfway on my wedding finger, he looks up at me and says, “Chloe, I love you. I think I’ve loved you since the day I saw you at school that morning in the cafeteria.” He smiles at the memory. “You have made me so happy. Being with you over the last year has made me realize how much I love having you in my life and how I never want to be in this life without you.”
He looks down and inhales. With my vision blurred by tears, I run the back of my fingers down his cheek, giving him the courage he needs to continue.
“I love our life together. You make me happy every single day, and I want to be with you for all the days to come.” He clears his throat as emotions take over. “Chloe, will you do me the honor of being my wife?”
With tears now streaming down my face, I smile and say, “Yes… yes… of course, I’ll marry you.”
Domenic smiles in return, and when he places the large diamond on my finger, he picks me up and twirls me around while we both laugh out loud.
When he finally stops, he plants my feet on the ground, saying, “I’m going to make you so happy. This, I promise to you.”
“You already do.”
