When the man you secretly love proposes to you with a spatula, you know you must be dreaming…some strange jet-lag induced lucid dream.
“Are you sure… you really want to marry…me?”
Robert grinned, “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
“It’s has to be you!” Trevor added. “I don’t want anyone else!”
“And… you flew all the way to Italy…to propose to me… with a silocone spatula?”
“I promise I’ll look for a proper ring as soon as the jewlers open for business.”
I blinked, and accepted the spatula. “But…?”
“Look, Noelle. I know what Raphael’s travel schedule looks like. Now that the resort is open for business you’ll be bouncing all over the globe— and that’s okay, we don’t want to restrict you in any way. I respect you, I respect your career, I just hope that you can find yo
