"I'll go and change," I said, starting to move away, but he stopped me.
"No, baby, let's go to the dressers. You're my future wife; it's high time I showed you to the whole world," he declared, his eyes full of determination and affection.
My heart raced uncontrollably. "Is this how it feels to be your man's apple of the eye?" I wondered, my mind swirling with emotions. "Am I really the woman of Benjamin's heart?"
I couldn't believe it. The first time he proposed, saying, "Marry me, Erica," in my bedroom, I had been skeptical. But now, hearing him call me his future wife, I was overwhelmed. His love for me was profound and undeniable, and the weight of his sentiments enveloped me in a warmth I had never known.
