Chapter 243: The Velvet box

Rafael had spent weeks designing the ring—something simple yet elegant, something that reminded him of Mara’s strength and softness all at once. He wanted it to be perfect because she was perfect. Even in her flaws. Even in her sorrow. Especially in her courage.

At the mall, he strode into the jewelry store, still smiling like a boy in love. The sales attendant looked up, recognizing him instantly.