Marina watches from the restaurant in her apron, hands shaking, tears falling without permission.
People around her go quiet, because even strangers can recognize a moment that costs something.
Her boss leans in and says, “Go,” like he understands that some doors only open once.
When she arrives at the mansion, the sky is turning gold, and you’re waiting like you’ve been waiting your whole life.
“Did you come?” you whisper, as if you can’t afford to believe in miracles anymore.
She answers through tears, “You kneeled on national television—how could I not?”
Sofía throws herself into Marina’s arms like she’s catching her favorite person before she disappears again.
And you realize love isn’t the proposal—it’s the return.