Chapter 11
Elliot became nothing more than a punchline in Cavendale‘ s high society. His reputation, once hanging by a thread, was now shredded beyond repair. The whispers of his mother’s scandalous past resurfaced, sealing his fate and leaving him and his family banished from the circles they once inhabited.
Rosie, ever aware of the chaos surrounding me, took it upon herself to shield me from the storm. She carved out moments in her schedule to whisk me away on trips, always keeping a watchful eye for any sign of distress.
I lowered my gaze and pulled her into my arms, the warmth of her embrace grounding me. “I wouldn‘ t call it upset,” I murmured, “but it does sting. I wasted so much time on someone like that.”
She kissed my forehead gently, her touch soft but filled with certainty.
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Chapter 11
Elliot became nothing
than a
a
punchline in Cavendale‘ s high society. His reputation, once hanging by a thread, was now shredded beyond repair. The whispers of his mother‘ s scandalous past resurfaced, sealing his fate and leaving him and his family banished from the circles they once inhabited.
Rosie, ever aware of the chaos surrounding me, took it upon herself to shield me from
the storm. She carved out moments in her schedule to whisk me away on trips, always keeping a watchful eye for any sign of distress.
I lowered my gaze and pulled her into my arms, the warmth of her embrace grounding me. “I wouldn’t call it upset,” I murmured, “but it does sting. I wasted so
much time on someone like that.”
She kissed my forehead gently, her touch soft but filled with certainty.
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“It’s okay,” she whispered. “With me here, I’ll make sure your days ahead are filled with only happiness.“”
When my birthday arrived, Rosie had planned what I thought was a simple celebration. She had booked a quiet dinner at the garden restaurant in the city square. But what unfolded that evening was anything but simple.
As I glanced up, the screen on the building across from us flickered to life, and bold words appeared: “Wyatt, will you marry me?”
Hundreds of drones filled the sky, painting the night with hearts, rings, and Cupid‘ s arrows. The sight was breathtaking.
Without a moment‘ s hesitation, Rosie dropped to one knee, holding out a
sparkling ring, her eyes filled with
emotion.
As she gazed up at me, her friends, hidden in the shadows, erupted into applause and
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cheers, their joy matching the overwhelming love in the air.
Rosie took a deep breath, her eyes steady as they met mine. There was an undeniable sincerity in her gaze.
“Wyatt,” she began, her voice soft but clear, “our engagement started as a deal between our families. But today, I want to ask you this as Rosie, as me.”
Her words hung in the air; her heart laid bare before me.
“Wyatt, will you marry me?”
