IT was the dead of night, yet Amelia’s bedroom was alive with quiet energy. She paced slowly from the bed to the dressing table and back, her phone pressed against her ear. Her heart still raced from the evening’s unforgettable events, her mind replaying every single moment.
“You certainly wouldn’t have believed it. He proposed tonight!” she said, trying to contain her laughter, though it bubbled up despite her efforts.
There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end.
“What?! Are you serious?” Clara’s voice carried both shock and delight.
“Yes!” Amelia laughed, spinning in the center of the room, her slippers making soft sounds against the polished marble floor. “Can you believe it? I mean… I knew he was sweet, I knew he was attentive, but this? This completely took me by surprise
