Bella's POV
In the morning, at 4 a.m., we reached France. We immediately went to my flat, which Eva had bought for me.
It was early morning, so we retired to our rooms. Mom and dad went to the guest room while I went upstairs.
The reception party was at night, so we had a sound sleep. I changed my dress into a comfy suit and laid on the bed for rest. But the sleep was away from my eyes because of excitement.
I was excited about the party, and I decided to go shopping in the afternoon to buy a classy dress for myself.
"Why don't I propose to Gavriel?" This thought came through my brain. Every time, a boy doesn't need to propose or confess his love first. I'm Bella Andrei, and my way of loving is also different from others. I will propose to him officially. But what if he rejected me? Yeah, if he rejected me again, I would break.
