Who wouldn’t say yes?
His hands were trembling. He wasn’t sure what to do. He wasn’t sure what to think. All he knew was it was now or never.
Albert knew that the longer her waits, the moment might pass. That he will not be able to say it, that they will be talking about something else. And so he has to go back to the real world.
The moment when the crimson sky is spreading out across the sky like scarlet blood exploding over a large canvass, as the golden sun sinking behind the classic landscape. The moment when five ducks are waddling assertively across the park where they are sitting down. The moment when everything is peaceful and tranquil.
On bended knee, he produces a slender band with a single diamond ring and asks: “Rosemarie, will you do the honour of being my wife?”
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