Erica's POV

“Erica, will you…will you make me the happiest man and marry me?”

He held my hand tenderly.

I sat staring at the ring that was just a few centimeters from my fingers. My heart was pounding in my chest.

How long had he had this planned? Was this why he was acting all funny these past few days?

I felt the tension in the room multiply. All eyes were on me. Everyone was expecting me to say ‘yes’.

My insides churned. I felt so uncomfortable.

I saw the deep brown of Lorenzo's eyes. Something about them was off.

I had watched movies and had seen the glee and...