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I shake my head. A piece of his heart lives in this ring, and I'm holding onto it forever. It's never leaving my finger.
“When did you get this? You were so busy on the film set.”
“Pfft.” Luca dismisses the question as if it's just one of the many luxuries of being incredibly wealthy.
Snap your fingers, and someone will deliver an engagement ring to your office.
“Christmas or not, we're tying the knot as soon as possible,” he declares.
“Where will we find a venue at such short notice?” I wonder.
Luca's eyes twinkle mischievously as he says, “Miracles happen, but Vegas is a good backup plan.”
“Vegas?” I muse, picturing the glittering lights of the Strip.
It may be cheesy, but it has a certain charm. On the surface, my fiancé is a dreamer, but underneath it all, he’s a realist.
Luca's voice turns husky with desperation. “If we can’t get a flight, we'll drive until we find someone who will marry us and live happily ever after.”
I squeeze Luca's hand, reassuring him I don't mind when or where we get married. There's no rush for us to figure out the details.
“Sounds perfect.”
“Where do you want to go for our honeymoon? How about Paris?” he asks.
I wrinkle my nose.
“Ouch.” He chuckles. “Good point. It needs to be somewhere special.”
I didn’t mean to sound ungrateful. All I meant was that I wanted something simple. “We could try—”
His expression shiftsas if he had a lightbulb moment. “Iceland! We can see the Northern Lights.”
I tap my chin, pretending to deliberate. “It doesn't need to be extravagant. I was thinking about something fun, like Comic-Con. We could nerd out in cosplay.”
Luca barks out a laugh. “Only if I get to pick your costume. How do you feel about Princess Leia's gold bikini?”
I swat his arm but can't help laughing, too. “In your dreams.”
He wraps me in a warm embrace. “As long as you're by my side, my dreams have already come true.”
I roll my eyes but can't keep the smile off my face. “You're such a cheeseball.”
His eyes crinkle. “But you love it.”
He's right. I do. “Now that’s settled, I got you a gift for Christmas.”
Luca's eyes light up.
Suddenly shy, I explain. “It isn’t extravagant like the ring you gave me. It's for the mantel above the fireplace.”
Grinning, Luca accepts the large, rectangular parcel and tears the wrapping to shreds.
He stares open-mouthed at the framed photo I've given him—a picture of the two of us from a few years back. Our younger selves beam innocently behind the glass, frozen in pure joy.
The gesture genuinely touches him, and I'm relieved my gift left such an impact.
I make a mental note to surprise him with thoughtful gifts more often, starting with his upcoming birthday in April.
