Julius and Stella returned to the hotel.
The moment the room door clicked open, Julius covered Stella's eyes with his hands.
"Julius, why are you covering my eyes? Did you hide something scandalous in the room?"
Julius coaxed her softly, "Be good and play along. You'll see once we're inside."
Stella had no choice but to let him guide her in, though walking blind wasn't her favorite sensation.
Once they were fully inside, Julius dropped his hands from her eyes.
The room was completely transformed. It was filled with fresh flowers, balloons, and illuminated by the soft glow of candles and fairy lights.
No wonder he hadn't turned the lights on when they walked in.
"Julius, did you set up all this romance just for me?" She had never seen him do anything this extravagantly romantic before.
"Yes, I prepared this specifically for you. Do you like it?"
Did she like it?
It was nice!
She wasn't someone who obsessed over grand gestures or ceremonies, and she certainly wasn't brimming with romantic cells.
After all, she had spent the vast majority of her life mastering complex skills under her mentors; she had never had time to entertain things that felt like a waste of time.
But this was prepared specially by Julius. It was his heartfelt gesture, and there was no way she was going to say anything to ruin the mood.
"I love it. Thank you, darling."
He dropped to one knee before her, pulled the velvet box from his pocket, flipped it open, and presented a stunning diamond ring.
"Stella, even though we're already legally married, I never officially proposed to you. I had this ring custom-made just for you. So now, I'm formally asking—Stella, will you marry me?"
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