Amelie was lost elsewhere in her thoughts when Gabriel's unexpected action jolted her back to the present.
To her astonishment, he lowered himself onto one knee, his hand still holding hers gently.
"What are you doing?" she whispered, her voice laced with nervous confusion as she glanced around at the growing circle of onlookers.
Gabriel's violet met her eyes in an affectionate gaze. "Something I should have done the moment I met you," he said.
She forgot to blink and breath in that rare moment. His gesture directed to one thing. 'Is he proposing me? But why would he? We only met a few days ago,' she thought.
"You are my mate," Gabriel continued, "and I think it's the perfect evening to declare that I am no longer mateless."
From his white coat's pocket, he pulled out a small velvet box and opened it. Nestled inside was a diamond ring.
"Will you marry me, Amelie Conley?" he asked.
