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Isadora’s POV
Today marked three months since Kai and I started dating–and he insisted we celebrate.
“Every little anniversary matters,” he told me with that charming smile. “Whether it’s our first meeting, our one–month, or a full year–they’re all part of our story.”
So we dressed up, dined beneath fairy lights, shared dessert, and he drove me home like the perfect gentleman he always was.
Halfway there, we bumped into my brother, Damian. He gave me a quick once–over and turned to Kai. “You can stay the night, if
you want.”
But Kai shook his head, voice smooth and respectful. “Not yet. I’ll wait until I propose to Isadora and formally introduce myself to
your parents. That’s what a gentleman would do.”
Sometimes I forgot that Kai Drenner was a mafia lead. He carried himself with old–world grace, his manners refined, his boundaries crystal clear. Never once had he pressured me to stay over or disrespected my family–not even with a look.
Instead, he spoiled me.
Not with extravagance–though there was plenty of that–but with thoughtfulness. Some days, it was a single flower he’d picked himself. Other days, it was custom–cut jewelry so delicate it looked like moonlight.
He made me feel wanted. Cherished. Safe.
And ever since Cassian and Alessia moved out–after her pregnancy and the completion of their house–my life had returned to something close to peace.
Honestly, the past few months had felt like a dream. Too perfect. Too fairytale.
Just last weekend, Kai flew me out to meet his parents. The Drenner were traveling through Boston for their wedding anniversary, and he wanted me there.
They welcomed me like family.
Mrs. Drenner held my hand at dinner and said, “If Kai ever upsets you, you call me. I’ll make sure he regrets it.”
She was elegant and fierce and kind in the way only powerful women could be. And before I left, she slipped a velvet box into my hand–inside was the Drenner family heirloom, a ruby diamond ring.
And then, right there on the hotel terrace, Kai appeared out of nowhere, carrying a bouquet of wildflowers and kneeling at my
feet.
“Will you marry me?” he asked softly.
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I didn’t hesitate. “Yes. Of course I will.”
With the Boston skyline glittering behind us and his parents watching with tears in their eyes, I said yes.
