Do you wanna marry me
In the two weeks leading up to this moment, I'd gone from calmly planning everything to practically vibrating with nerves. Today was the day. No more pretending, no more skirting around what had been building inside me for so long.
Today, I was going to propose to Aeliana. Just the thought of it made my heart beat like a war drum, but for once, I wasn't afraid of what it meant.
I stood in front of the ornate mirror in my bedroom, staring at my reflection, trying to convince myself I was ready.
The tailored suit I'd commissioned fit me perfectly sleek, midnight black with subtle silver embroidery along the cuffs and collar, a nod to my heritage and, if I were honest, my own sense of drama.
My short white hair was carefully styled, swept back in a way that looked effortless, even though I'd spent an embarrassing amount of time making sure every strand was in place.
I wanted to look perfect for her. No, I wanted everything about this day to be perfect.