Angelo Vander
"Aren't you cold? It's already late." I asked as I walked into the room seeing Dakota standing on the balcony with a glass of champagne.
"I'm fine, the weather is nice." She said and I walked towards her.
"How's work?" She asked as she circled her arms around my neck. I gave her a kiss on her cheek.
"Busy as usual."
"Angelo." She looked at me straight into my eyes.
"Hmm?"
"Do you want to get married?" I froze when she said that.
"What's with that face? You rejecting me immediately with that face." She said as she pulled back.
"No."
"No?"
"No, I mean I'm not rejecting you." I said quickly.
"You look like you don't want to marry me." She pouted and I shook my head.
"It's not like that."
"Good night, Mr. De Luca." She glared at me and I stopped her from walking in.
"Of course, I want to marry you." I said and she smiled.
"As you should.." She said and I chuckled.