ARNOLD's P O V

I was perusing a magazine in my hand as I waited for Celestine to emerge from the dressing room while I sat still and calmly inside an opulent and exclusive bridal studio.

When I thought back to the way she accepted my proposal, I couldn't help but crack a grin.

‘‘I… I’m sorry…’’ she said wiping away her tears with her hand. I went into our bedroom and found her there, sitting by the window and staring outside. ‘‘I was at a loss for words as to how to respond to your proposal. This is the first time that someone has done something like this to...