Will You Marry Me
LILIANA’S POV
The evening felt like a dream.
The kind that was soft and golden, wrapped in laughter and the smell of good food.
We were in a private room at one of the nicest restaurants in town. The lights were warm, the walls were painted a deep shade of red, and there were small candles on every table. It felt cozy and beautiful—like the kind of place people came to celebrate new beginnings.
And that’s exactly what we were doing.
Ronny had planned the dinner, saying he wanted to thank everyone for being there for us. I didn’t question it much. I was just happy to be surrounded by people I loved.
Erika was sitting beside me, her curls bouncing every time she laughed. Across from her were Hardin and Mark, joking about who could eat more. Jess was beside them, shaking her head and pretending to be annoyed, even though she was smiling the entire time. And Vera sat next to her, sipping on her drink and teasing Hardin.
Everyone looked so relaxed, so happy.
I glanced at Ronny beside me. He looked calm on the outside, but I could tell something was different. His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. He kept adjusting his collar, clearing his throat, and fidgeting with his napkin.
I leaned closer and whispered, “You okay?”
He looked at me quickly, a little too quickly. “Yeah—yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”
I raised an eyebrow. “You tell me.”
He just smiled awkwardly and reached for his glass. “Just… thinking about how good the food is.”
I bit back a smile. Sure. The food.
Dinner went on, and it was perfect. The waiters brought out the last course—small plates of chocolate lava cake with ice cream. Erika nearly moaned at her first bite.
“Oh my God,” she said, eyes wide. “I think I’m in love.”
Ronny chuckled. “Don’t tell your boyfriend that.”
She winked. “He doesn’t have to know.”
Everyone burst out laughing.
For a moment, I just sat there and watched them all. My heart felt so full. These people—my people—had seen us at our worst and still stayed. They were family now.
Jess leaned toward me and whispered, “You look happy.”
I smiled softly. “I am.”
She nodded. “You deserve it.”
I looked across the table again at Ronny. His smile was smaller now. His hand was on his knee, tapping nervously. I frowned.
What’s wrong with him?
Before I could ask, he suddenly stood up.
Everyone went quiet.
Ronny rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes darting around the table. “Uh… I—I have something to say.”
Jess’s eyes widened. “No way,” she whispered under her breath.
“What?” I asked, glancing at her, confused.
She just grinned. “You’ll see.”
My heart started to race a little. I looked back at Ronny, who now looked like he was fighting with himself. His face was pink, his fingers twitching.
Then, before I could even breathe, he did something that made the whole room gasp.
He dropped down on one knee.
Right there, beside our table.
I froze. My brain couldn’t catch up to what was happening.
He reached behind his chair, and when his hand came back up, he was holding a small, dark velvet box.
My heart stopped.
No. It couldn’t be—
He looked up at me with the softest, most nervous smile I’d ever seen. His voice trembled a little when he spoke.
“I don’t… I don’t deserve you,” he began quietly, his eyes never leaving mine. “But, Liliana… I want to spend the rest of my life trying to.”
The room was silent.
Even the sound of the air conditioner seemed to disappear.
“I want to wake up every morning beside you,” he continued. “I want to see you smile first thing in the morning and fall asleep holding you every night. You’ve changed my life in ways I can’t even explain. You taught me what love feels like—real love.”
My eyes started to blur, tears filling them faster than I could blink.
He opened the box. Inside was a ring—simple, elegant, shining under the warm light.
“Please,” he whispered, “will you marry me?”
For a second, I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe.
Everything in the world just stopped.
All I could see was him—this man who had loved me through everything. The man who saw me broken and still chose to stay. The man who made me laugh again, who made me believe again.
And then it hit me.
This was real.
Ronny was asking me to be his forever.
My heart felt like it was exploding in my chest.
I stood up so fast my chair almost fell back. “Yes!” I cried, my voice shaking. “Yes, yes, I’ll marry you!”
The whole table erupted into cheers.
Ronny’s eyes widened, and for a second, he just knelt there, staring up at me like he couldn’t believe what I’d said. Then he laughed—a deep, breathless laugh of relief—and stood up.
He slipped the ring onto my finger, his hands trembling, and before I could say another word, he pulled me into his arms and kissed me.
It wasn’t just a kiss—it was everything. Warm, deep, full of love. The kind of kiss that said forever.
Everyone cheered louder.
Erika was screaming. “Oh my God! Finally!”
Jess was clapping, her eyes glistening with tears.
Vera was recording the whole thing, of course, grinning like a child.
And Hardin shook his head and said loudly, “Somebody pinch me.”
Without hesitation, Vera reached over and pinched his arm.
“Ouch!” he yelped. “Not that hard!”
Everyone burst into laughter. Even the waiters at the door were smiling.
But I couldn’t stop looking at Ronny.
He was still holding me, his forehead resting against mine, his breath soft and shaky.
“You said yes,” he whispered, almost like he couldn’t believe it.
I smiled through my tears. “Of course, I said yes. How could I ever say no to you?”
His eyes softened, his lips brushing mine again. “You just made me the happiest man alive.”
“I think I already was,” I whispered.
Our friends surrounded us with laughter and joy. Erika ran over and hugged me tight. “You’re going to be Mrs. Ronny, oh my God!”
I laughed, hugging her back. “Sounds weird, doesn’t it?”
“Sounds perfect,” she said, wiping her tears. “You two are perfect. Told you he’d do it soon.”
I gasped. “You knew?”
She shrugged. “He asked for my help choosing the ring.”
I turned to Ronny, pretending to be shocked. “You sneaky man.”
He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “I had to make sure it was perfect.”
“It is,” I said softly, looking down at the ring again. It glimmered beautifully, not too flashy, just elegant—just us.
Hardin clapped him on the back. “Congratulations, man. You did good.”
Ronny smiled, still a little shy. “Thanks, brother.”
Mark raised his glass. “To Ronny and Liliana—the couple that made us all believe in love again.”
Everyone cheered, glasses clinking together.
“To Ronny and Liliana!” they all said in unison.
I couldn’t stop smiling. My cheeks hurt, my heart was racing, and everything around me felt like a movie.
We sat back down, but Ronny didn’t stop holding my hand. Every few seconds, he’d glance at me, and I’d catch him smiling like he couldn’t believe I was really there.
Vera leaned in and whispered, “You two are disgustingly cute.”
I laughed. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be,” she said. “It’s good to see real love for once.”
Across the table, Hardin was still rubbing his arm. “I’m serious, Vera, that pinch was uncalled for.”
She rolled her eyes. “You said to pinch you!”
“I didn’t mean draw blood,” he muttered, and everyone burst into laughter again.
The rest of the night was full of joy—stories, laughter, teasing, and the kind of love that fills every corner of a room.
Ronny kept sneaking glances at me like he still couldn’t believe what had happened. Every time our eyes met, he’d give me that small, shy smile that always melted me.
At one point, Erika leaned toward me and whispered, “You’re glowing, girl.”
I blushed. “Am I?”
She nodded. “Totally. You look so in love it’s unfair.”
I laughed softly, glancing at Ronny again. “I am in love.”
And I was. Completely.
When the night finally began to wind down, we all stood up for photos. Hardin and Mark tried to look serious, but Vera kept making faces behind them, ruining every picture. Jess couldn’t stop crying happy tears. Erika hugged me again and said she was already planning my bridal shower.
“Let me breathe first,” I said, laughing.
“Nope,” she replied, grinning. “You’re stuck with me, bride-to-be.”
When everyone finally left the restaurant, Ronny and I stayed behind for a moment. The candles had burned low, and the air was warm and quiet again.
He turned to me, his eyes soft and full of emotion. “I still can’t believe you said yes.”
I smiled, stepping closer to him. “Believe it, fiancé.”
He chuckled, wrapping his arms around me. “Say that again.”
“What?”
“Fiancé. I like how it sounds.”
I looked up at him, teasing. “Ronny, my fiancé.”
He smiled wider. “Again.”
I laughed. “You’re such a child.”
“I’m your child now,” he whispered, brushing his lips against mine.
I melted into his arms. The world outside could have ended right then, and I wouldn’t have cared. All I wanted was this—him, us, the feeling of love so deep it made breathing feel like magic.
When he finally pulled back, he looked down at my hand where the ring sparkled under the dim light.
“It looks perfect on you,” he murmured.
“It feels perfect,” I said softly.
He kissed me again, slow and gentle. “I love you, Liliana.”
“I love you more, Ronny.”
He smiled against my lips. “That’s impossible.”
We both laughed quietly.
And as we stood there, alone in that warm little room that had just witnessed one of the happiest moments of my life, I knew I’d never forget this night.
Because tonight, I wasn’t just Liliana Arthur anymore.
I was Liliana—Ronny’s soon-to-be wife.
His forever.
And as I looked at him—my best friend, my love, my home—I realized something simple but powerful.
I didn’t need anything else.
He was my everything.
And now… he was my fiancé.
What more could I ever ask for?
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