The Accidental Wife (Emily and Julian)

I have many plans for us. I want this trip to be memorable for her and me too, but she is my priority. I know that she was very excited about this trip when we first planned it, then the accident happened and everything went downhill. When we started discussing going again in Summer, she was hesitant despite wanting to go. She even suggested going in winter to avoid repeating a pattern that might have turned into a bad omen: Somehow, she connected the trip to something negative. That's why I suggested adding France and Spain to the list.

I know that Paris is known for being the city of love, but I know my girl has always been in love with Italy, so my big surprise for her is going to take place in Italy. Sometimes, I wonder if maybe I'm taking things too fast, but at the same time, I feel that we know each other well enough and our love is strong, so why should I wait?

Milan is where we're staying, but today, I'm taking her to a place that is around an hour and a half away from Milan.

"Do 1 look good?" my gorgeous girl asks me as she twirls, showing me her beautiful light pink dress. I didn't tell her to wear pink, but I'm glad that she is. Knowing her, she'd want to wear her favorite colour because she loves associating it with all her favorite memories. I'm hoping that today turns out to be one of her favorite memories, because if not, I will be utterly devastated.

"More like perfect," I say, grinning. I close the space between us in just two strides and give her a peck on her lips.

"You still don't want to tell me where you're taking me?" she wonders, placing her manicured fingers on my chest.

"Honestly, no." I smirk and she throws her head back in exasperation. "It's gonna be worth it, you impatient girl." Thope my tone is as promising as I intend.

"Luckily, I trust you." Her smile makes my legs go weak. It is captivating in every single way. It brightens her face and brings joy and warmth to my heart. I don't think I could ever get tired of admiring the beauty of her smile.

"You're not going to regret that." My tone may be confident, but I'm not confident. My heart is racing and I'm not sure whether she can feel it or not. While one of her hands is still on my chest, I'm holding the other one in mine.

My nervousness isn't at a low level, but I won't let it hold me back. I'm determined to take this step and if her rejection hits me in the face, I'm going to handle it.

We both leave the hotel suite and head downstairs to the lobby. A fancy car is already waiting for us in front of the hotel, bur she doesn't know that. When we step outside the hotel, I stop her.

"We're getting in this car, cupcake," I tell her. I love the way her eyes widen in surprise. I know my girl quite well. She's not amazed by the fancy car as she has been into a lot of them, but it's the surprise itself that she likes.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

The driver opens the door for her and we get in. Two flutes of champagne are already waiting for us inside.

"I'm liking this already, Cromwell," she says. I can feel the smile in her voice. As much as I want her to enjoy every single moment today, this isn't the part I care about exactly.

"Are we going to spend the whole day at the place you're taking me to?" my curious girl wonders

"We will leave after sunset." I reply. "Don't you want to watch the sunset from a high place in Italy?"

Rosie has always been fascinated by sunsets. She says that their beauty is one of a kind and they make her feel warm. She also loves the way the sky turns into different shades of orange, pink and yellow. She told me before that sunset always resembled a gorgeous watercolour painting and each time, the painting came out with different shapes, yet they were all beautiful in their own way.

"Tin so excited!" She claps her hands as she looks at me, causing me to chuckle. She looks out of the window once we leave the city. She is muesmerized by the view and looks at everything with great admiration. The way she looks is breathtaking. and I'm afraid that when I'm grey and old, I won't be able to remember exactly the way she looks. That's why I take my

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phone out of my pocket and sneakily take a few pictures of her. Most of them are side profile pictures, but her side profile is stunning.

"Hey, Rosie," I say, wanting to snap a picture of her whole face. At first, she looks surprised, then her surprise morphs into a gorgeous smile.

I love taking pictures of her and us together. I like to keep memories of everything we do together. If possible, I want to recreate whichever ones we can recreate five years from now.

After an hour and twenty minutes, we finally arrive at our destination.

The magnificent landscape around us has my girl in complete awe. She looks speechless as she admires everything around her.

"Welcome to Parco dell'Alto Garda Bresciano," I say, opening the door for her.

"How can a place look this beautiful?" she whispers as she takes my hand while stepping out of the car. I wonder the same thing when I look at her. How can someone look this beautiful?

I place my hand around her waist and guide her to where our picnic is. When I first started planning this date, I had a lot of things in mind. I want this date to always be remembered by the two of us. I tailored it according to her liking, because I honestly don't care much about what we should do during our dates as long as she's happy.

By the look on her face, I can tell that she's in love with this place, which means I have done well so far. After a ten-minute walk, we reach the picnic and a gasp escapes her mouth as she brings her hands to her mouth.

"How did you even prepare this?" she squeals, looking at me. "This is amazing!" She jumps into my arms and I hold her tightly, kissing her cheek.

"You deserve the best, baby girl," I murmur, gently rubbing her back.

"Have you called me baby girl before?" she wonders, leaning backwards to look at my face.

"I'm honestly not sure. Don't you like it?" I ask, still holding her in my arms.

"I like it," she says, pecking my lips before pulling away.

The two of us sit down and start eating because we're both starving. As the time passes, my anxiety increases. Until now, everything is all good and she loves everything about our date, but I'm not sure if she's going to love what I plan on doing.

We have been dating for less than a year. Well, If I count the first six months before the accident, then we have been dating for exactly a year, but there is a six-month gap between our first six months and our second ones.

"Look!" she eagerly speaks, catching my attention. "The sun is about to go down!"

This is the moment I have been waiting for. It's now or never. Technically, I still have time, but I'm impatient and Ldon't want to wait any longer.

"Let me take a few pictures of you with the sunset," I say, standing up. She enthusiastically nods and quickly stands

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I put my phone in my pocket after taking a lot of pictures of her and a few selfies of us together.

I deeply inhale and take the ring out of my pocket, but keep my palm fisted to hide it. "Rosie." She looks at me when I call her name. "I have loved you for years and I used to wonder if I could ever make you mine. Now that you're mine, it's a dream that has finally come true and I'm truly blessed that I get to wake up beside you. You light up my entire life and you make me look forward to trying new things. I love everything about you and I cannot imagine being in this life without you. I guess

what I'm trying to say is," I kneel on one knee in front of her, causing her to gasp as she brings her hands to her chest, "will you marry me?"