Caprice - Marry Me -

She tilted her head, intrigued. “Oh? Then why is your left pocket making a very box-shaped bulge?”

She didn’t say “yes.” She didn’t say “no.” caprice - marry me

Leo set down the champagne. His heart, usually a steady metronome, was now a timpani drum. He had rehearsed this. For weeks. He had a speech about stability, about building a foundation, about the logical next step. He had a backup speech about passion, about how she made his spreadsheets feel like poetry. He had a third speech that was just bullet points. She tilted her head, intrigued

“Not in my version,” Leo said.

“I’m always thinking,” Leo replied. His heart, usually a steady metronome, was now

He reached into his pocket, pulled out the box, and didn’t open it. Instead, he held it between them like a question mark.

He laughed. Busted. “Because I was going to. I had a speech. It was very good. It used the word ‘synergy’ twice.”