Sophia covered her mouth with her hands.
She realized she was just as every female lead was when she was being proposed to.
"Just to be clear, you're not proposing to marry me… right?"
Nicholas gave her a look.
"Are you going to allow me to continue or what?" He asked her.
"Right, sorry, continue on with what you were saying," Sophia giggled.
Nicholas smiled appreciatively before he kneeled.
Sophia lowered her head to see him. He hadn't denied her assumptions.
Was he actually…?
No, it couldn't be.
She was in denial, as usual.
"A replica of my family's heirloom, my parents wouldn't pass it down to me, so I had one made to your liking," he said bashfully.
He chuckled, "I know it's quite soon, but in every future possibility I have, it's always included you."
"So, Sophia Helena, he hesitated before finishing, "Victoria Belle Windsor."
