Chapter 51: ELENA, WILL YOU MARRY ME?

**Elena Evans**

His car was parked outside my home.

He led me to the automobile while holding my palm in his. I followed close to him, somehow grateful for the fact that he was matching his pace to suit mine.

He was a gentleman.

He reached out and opened the car door. He held it open for me to get in and then proceeded to help me get into the vehicle, all the while being careful with my dress.

He shut the door after I had settled comfortably into the car seat. He turned around and climbed into the car.

He turned to me the moment he was settled into his seat comfortably.

His eyes took all of me in once again.

"You are beautiful, Elena," he said to me with a pleased smile. I found myself smiling back at him at the compliment.

"Thank you," I said.

He leaned back into the driver's chair and started the automobile. He drove out of my home, eastwards.

I wondered where he was taking me to, the place he wanted us to have dinner.

I had not bothered to ask him.

We were quiet throughout the ride to the restaurant. But my mate kept stealing unholy glances at me.

I knew what his eyes saw.

What his eyes wanted.

I knew because I had taken a look at myself in the mirror several times before he had shown up at my doorstep.

I was beautiful.

It was one of the many reasons why I had been able to snag any man I wanted.

They fell head over heels for me whenever and I did not have to do any work to seduce or to win them over.

It was a talent, my beauty. And mother nature had blessed me with it, generously.

We arrived at his chosen restaurant minutes later. I knew where we were.

It was The Bacardi Restaurant.

The place was a five-star restaurant that was equipped with every single thing to make their guests life easy and enjoyable. A visit to The Barcardi was a guaranteed chance at enjoyment.

He turned off the ignition, stepped out of the car, and came around the other side in a hurry to help me out, minding my dress like a gentleman.

I loved this man.

"Thank you," I said to him as I held unto my black clutch and took the hand that he offered to me.

"You are welcome," he murmured as he led me into the restaurant.

Someone came to see us and after a brief exchange between the both of them, began leading us somewhere.

Our destination? It was a private room.

It seemed this night would not be as bad as I thought that it would be.

He helped me into a seat and took one himself before the waiter started to take our order.

He allowed me to order first and then went along with what I had ordered.

I noticed that he also ordered a bottle of really expensive wine.

Some shit was about to go down this night, and if it was not a surprise proposal, I did not know what else it would be.

After all, my birthday had long passed.

He would not dare try to throw me an after birthday party this long after, would he? I certainly hoped not.

"I like your hair do," he began.

"Do you really like it or do you instead like the fact that my neck is on full display?" i asked him. He chuckled.

"Elena," he said my name softly. He had this look in his eye. I knew that he wanted to say something important to me the moment that he reached across the table to take my hands in his large ones.

"Your order," the waiter's voice interrupted the both of us. We looked towards the human intrusion, one that I was actually grateful for because I was currently too hungry for any cringe emotional speech that my mate had been about to deliver to me seconds before then.

We stared at each other across the table as our meal was laid out before us.

"Shall I pour the wine?" the waiter asked Sebastian who nodded at him in approval. The waiter did so, pouring us each a glass of the fragrant liquid.

He bid us Bonne Appetit.

Then he left us to our meal.

"Go ahead and dig in," my mate urged me. I nodded and began to do justice to my meal because i was actually hungry.

After the meal, I reached for my wine glass and took a sip out of it.

The liquid was sweet.

"Did you enjoy the meal?" He asked me as he did same to his wine.

I nodded. "Yes, I did. It was wonderful, thank you."

The waiter returned then with a happy smile on his face as his eyes took in our empty plates.

"Shall I bring dessert?" He asked Sebastian and not the both of us.

"Yes, the special strawberry velvet cake, please," he said to him as if he had preordered it. I placed my glass on the table as I watched them exchange looks.

They thought that they were being discreet.

They were not.

He cleared up the empty plates from the table and went to bring dessert as promised.

I knew it wasn't no ordinary dessert.

I waited patiently.

Dessert came in with a team of nine of The Barcardi staffs who were holding onto colored lights while escorting the Cale and a bottle of champagne into the room.

It had better not be a birthday party unless I would smash the cake into Sebastian's face without a care in the world.

I turned to my mate who had stood to his feet and was going on one knee.

"Elena Evans, ever since the day that I came to know you as a person, and my mate also, I have always wanted to be with you. You are a kind and wonderful person and having you has made my life more colorful than ever. I love you Elena and I would like to spend the rest of my life with you as your husband, as your mate, forever," he said to me.

I stared dumbly at him for a second or two as my initial anger left me.

That was when I realized that it was not a birthday,and I was a dumb ass.

It was a proposal!

A fucking proposal.

Though I was not surprised, I pretended to be as I screamed softly the moment he produced a ring box from god knows where. He gave the waiter an eye signal.

The waiter brought the cake closer to me after the gesture for me to see it clearly.

The cream-colored cake had inscriptions in burgundy on the its face.

It simply read it.

It said: ELENA, WILL YOU MARRY ME?

"Yes Sebastian, yes I will marry you!" I squealed in actual delight. "You did not have to ask."

He was finally mine.

My mate was going to be my husband, finally.

"Thank you Elena," he told me as I offered him my fingers. He slipped the ring onto my ring finger.

It was a diamond ring.

I loved the cut,the shine and the size instantly. He had chosen well.

He rose to his feet and took me in his embrace. "I love you Elena."

"I love you too Sebastian."