TRISTAN"Say yes," I heard her mother’s voice, and then Nyra’s, cutting through the haze of the room, assisting me.Yelena blinked, her gaze shifting as if she were shaking off a long, heavy dream. She looked at me, her eyes clearing, and a slow, tired smile spread across her face. She nodded, her fingers trembling as she reached toward me. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "Yes, I'll marry you, Tristan Crosswood."The room erupted. Claps and cheers echoed off the walls, and even Claire joined in, clapping her small hands with delight. I felt a massive weight lift off my chest, a relief so sharp it almost hurt. I reached for her hand, my movements careful and steady, and slid the ring onto her finger. It looked perfect there. I leaned over the bed, gathering her into my arms, and pressed a long, soft kiss to her forehead.I had planned a grand, classic proposal at that restaurant we went to, but Livia had ruined that with her madness. Still, looking at Yelena now, I realized it didn’t m
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