~ Damon ~

Damon had never felt this nervous in his entire life. Standing on the top of a Manhattan skyscraper, his breath turned white in the air as he let out a long sigh. Putting his hands inside his pocket, he couldn’t stop fidgeting, and no, it wasn’t because of the cold. It was because his hand touched the small velvet box tucked inside.

Minutes later, the helicopter arrived and Violet came out in her long winter coat and leather boots. Damon took a moment and watched her, marveling at how beautiful she was. The wind was blowing in her face, and though it was cold outside, she looked...