Chapter 95 Will You Marry Me 2
NADIA
I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock beeping close to my ear.
Damn it. - I hung up with my eyes still closed.
"How long did I sleep?" I asked sleepily.
But when I opened my eyes I realized Dean wasn't in bed, and that there was a note next to me.
I set your alarm for 7:30 PM.
I think you can get ready in half an hour.
I'll pick you up at eight.
Kisses, Dean
My eyes widened at the mention that I only had thirty minutes to get ready.
Correction, only twenty-eight minutes.
Damn it. - I cursed him, getting out of bed and running to the bathroom.
How can a woman get ready in less than thirty minutes?
Impossible.
"Oh, he'll have to wait," I said under the shower water.
After taking a quick bath, I ran to my closet and grabbed some black lingerie, along with a gold sequins dress and black platform heels.
"It'll have to be these," I muttered, getting dressed at top speed.
After dressing up with ninja-like moves, I managed to dry my hair in ten minutes and apply my makeup in fifteen.
Okay, I'm almost ready. - I said, searching for some jewelry.
After rummaging through my jewelry box, I found my gold chain along with my matching gold earrings.
When I finished putting them on, I looked at the time on my iPhone and saw that I was ten minutes late.
"Wow," I sighed wearily.
"I don't think I've ever gotten ready so fast."
Because seriously, I think I broke the record by getting ready in forty minutes.
Ding-dong...
"It must be Dean," I said, coming down the stairs.
"I'm coming!"
I tried to run to the door of the room, and I almost twisted my ankle.
"I'm never running in heels again," I muttered aloud and opened the door.
Hello my love. - Dean said.
Wow!
Now he was more like the sexiest guy in the world, wearing a black suit with a black shirt and that tie.
You must remember, right? Because I remember It very well.
"You look beautiful." He flashed a charming smile.
You don't look too bad yourself. - I winked.
"Here." He pulled a bouquet of red roses from behind his back.
"For you."
Wow! I caught the bouquet.
This is the first time you've given me a bouquet of flowers.
"I know," he smiled.
"But tonight is a special night."
"Oh, really?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Yes," he replied, extending his hand to me.
"Shall we go?"
I held his hand and he guided me to his Lamborghini , where he opened the door for me with a smile on his face.
Okay, Dean is definitely not acting normally.
"What are you plotting?" I asked after he started the car.
Nothing much. - He shrugged.
I know...
(...)
We spent the whole way there without exchanging a word; all you could hear was Dean humming or mumbling something nonsensical.
"We're here," he said, parking the car in front of the restaurant.
Wait a minute... I know that restaurant.
Its name is Harmony, and it's considered by critics to be one of the best restaurants with live music in New York.
"I can't believe you managed to get a reservation at the Harmony," I said, impressed.
"I own Harmony," Dean replied proudly.
"What?!" I exclaimed in surprise.
From him and eight other restaurants in New York. - Dean smiled.
Oh, okay. - I said, not wanting to insist on his ostentatious behavior.
Well, if he has a private jet, he might as well have eight restaurants, right?
"Shall we go?" Dean opened the door for me.
Sure.
We entered the restaurant holding hands and were led to a table in the center of the restaurant, which, coincidentally, was near the stage.
Hopefully the singer isn't tone-deaf.
"As if that were possible in this restaurant," I muttered to myself.
"What would you like to eat, my love?" Dean asked.
"Anything you want," I replied.
He smiled, pleased with my answer, and placed the order with the waiter, who seemed nervous in Dean's presence.
"What did you think?" Dean asked, referring to the restaurant.
Elegant. - I replied.
And it truly was, with the most sophisticated decor imaginable, including crystal chandeliers, works of art, and a marvelous 1960s-style stage.
"I hope you enjoy the food," Dean said, sounding a little nervous.
I certainly like it. - I smiled, taking his hand on the table.
I love you. - Dean stroked my hand over his.
Me too. - I replied, feeling happy.
(...)
The food was absolutely delicious, so much so that I couldn't resist dessert.
"I see you enjoyed the food," Dean said proudly.
"I loved it," I replied, putting the last spoonful of mousse in my mouth.
"It is delicious."
"I'm happy," Dean smiled.
"Now let's move on to the final course."
"Is there more?" I asked, surprised.
"I don't know if I can eat any more."
"Don't worry," Dean said.
"This isn't edible."
Then he got up from the table and went towards the stage, which had been empty until now.
What is he going to do?
He went up on stage and then held the microphone with one hand.
Is he going to sing?
"This song is for the woman I love," he said, fixing his eyes on mine.
What?
Will he sing for me?
In the background, a melody that I knew and loved began to play.
Then, as if in a dream, Dean began to sing " All Of Me" to me.
Oh God, I think I'm going to cry!
He sang while looking directly into my eyes, and it was as if he was putting his feelings into every word.
I could feel my heart racing and my eyes welling up with tears; the song was beautiful, and in his voice, it became perfect.
I tried my best to hold back my tears, but when the chorus came on, I couldn't and let the floodgates open.
Because all of me
Loves all of you
Love your curves and all your
edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I'll give my all to you.
You're my end and my beginning.
Even when I lose, I'm winning.
when I lose, I'm winning because I give you all, all of me.
And you give me all, all of you.
When the music ended, my face was redder than a bell pepper, and my makeup was all smudged.
Hearing Dean declare his love for me through such a perfect song was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen and heard.
He remained on stage for a few minutes while I tried to organize the mess that my face had become.
As I was wiping my eyes with a napkin, I saw him approaching the table.
And when I raised my eyes in his direction, I saw him slowly crouch down, kneeling before me.
"My Love," he said.
"Like I said in the song, I love you, your imperfections, your qualities, your smiles, in fact, I love you completely."
I love you completely too.
"You saved me from a cursed life." He blinked away tears.
"Where I didn't know what light was, and how it could affect a man like me."
I listened to him, letting the tears flow freely down my face.
"From the moment I saw you, I knew you would be mine." He smiled.
"Mine to love, mine to adore, and mine to respect."
"Before you came along, I was a man rich in possessions but poor in happiness."
He wiped away a tear that had rolled down his face.
"But now I can say that I am happy, happy to have you in my life, but I must say that this is not enough..."
I blinked, confused.
"I'm a selfish guy, Nadia, and I'm not content with having you just a few days, or a few hours." He took my hand.
"I want you every day, every hour, every second by my side."
He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a small black velvet box.
Oh my God! He's going to...
My dear and beloved Nadia. - He lifted the small box and opened it.
Will you marry me?