I did not pull out a velvet ring box. I did not drop to one knee on the polished marble floor of our penthouse.
We had spent a whole year hiding behind money, expensive gifts, and legal papers. I was done with all of that.
"Get your jacket, Sienna," I said, a wide smile breaking across my face. "We are going out."
She blinked, looking at me with surprise. "Out? Where?"
"To the place where everything changed," I answered.
Thirty minutes later, my black sedan pulled up outside a small, noisy neighborhood diner with red neon lights glowing in the front window. It was the exact same little spot where we sat months ago during the charity competition, pretending to be strangers who had just met over cheap coffee and greasy burgers.
We walked inside. The smell of frying onions and warm appl
