Chapter 149 You're Everything I Want The place looked like something out of a dream—soft lights glowed from within, the golden reflections shimmering against glass walls and marble columns. There was no crowd, no chatter, no people coming or going. No cars parked. Just quiet elegance and the faint hum of music escaping from inside. “Roman,” I breathed as I tried to watch my step, “where is everyone?” He smiled, a secret kind of smile. “Home. Where I wanted them to be.” My lips parted. “You mean…” “I emptied it out,” he said, calm and certain, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. “Privacy felt better tonight. Very necessary.” I laughed softly, half in awe, half in disbelief. “You did all this just for us?” “Not for us,” he corrected. “For you.” My chest tightened. There were moments when Roman’s affection was loud—expensive, grand, impossible to ignore—but beneath all that, it was the quietness that got me. The way he made me feel seen without asking for permission to look. The way he showed me affection without making me beg for it. Inside, the restaurant was candlelit and almost magical. A thousand tiny flames flickered across glass tables, casting golden shadows against the walls. The air smelled faintly of roses and vanilla, and somewhere toward the back, a string orchestra was playing something slow and beautiful. He led me toward a table in the center of the room. White tablecloth, crystal glasses, and a vase holding a single yellow tulip. My throat tightened again. “This is beautiful.” He pulled my chair out for me before taking his own seat. “You like it?” “Like it?” I smiled, shaking my head. “Roman, this is… it’s magical.” The waiter appeared only once—to pour the wine—and disappeared again, leaving us completely alone. I could hear the faint strings of the violins, the soft crackle of candle wicks, and the low murmur of Roman’s voice when he finally spoke. “You look beautiful tonight,” he said, leaning back slightly, his eyes fixed on me. I tried not to blush but failed miserably. “You already told me that.”“I’ll keep saying it until it stops being true,” he replied, smiling. I laughed, shaking my head as I lifted the glass of wine to my lips. “You’re impossible.” “Only for you.” Dinner came in courses I could barely remember the names of. Every bite melted on my tongue, but half the time I was too busy watching him. The way he moved, the way his gaze softened every time it met mine. We talked about everything and nothing—places we wanted to travel, food we’d never tried, books we’d pretended to finish. He teased me for being dramatic. I teased him for being a control freak. “This is going to be a bit… controversial.” I raised my hands. “But I think Paris is a little… overrated.” I shrugged. He just laughed. “You wouldn't be the first person saying that.” I exhaled. “Thank God. Usually I'd get side-eyes for saying that. It's almost a taboo to say it.” “Nonsense.” He took a sip of his drink. “Where would you love to live?” “Madrid.” I said without thinking. “It's so beautiful. And the culture? Amazing.” He nodded. “Lovely.” At one point, when I told him I couldn’t believe he managed to pull off such a surprise, he only shrugged and said, “I had help.” “Who?” He grinned. “Trade secret.” The music swelled. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “Dance with me.” I blinked. “Dance? Like right here?” “Why not?” I laughed nervously. “Roman, there’s an orchestra watching us. This is so embarrassing.” “There’s an orchestra playing for us,” he corrected, rising to his feet. He extended his hand. “Come on. Don’t make me beg.” “I’m not a good dancer,” I said, even as I stood up. “I'll embarrass you.” “I’ll lead,” he promised. I groaned, finally giving in. “Uh, the things I do for you.” His hand slid around my waist as he pulled me close. My other hand fit perfectly into his. The first note of a soft waltz floated through the air, and suddenly it was just us, swaying gently under the glow of chandeliers. I rested my head against his chest, hearing the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath the fabric. My body relaxed, melting into his warmth. His breath brushed against the top of my head. For a while, neither of us spoke. There was only the music—the gentle rise and fall, the way it seemed to breathe along with us. Then he whispered, “You have no idea how much you mean to me.” I looked up. His eyes met mine, and for a moment I forgot how to breathe. “You don’t have to say anything,” he said softly. “Just… know it.” The words weren’t extravagant. They weren’t poetic. But they reached deeper than any promise could. My heart twisted, too full. “Roman,” I whispered. He didn’t let me finish. His lips found mine—slow and tender. A kiss that wasn’t rushed or wild, but filled with something heavier, something truer. The kind of kiss that left you trembling because it said everything words couldn’t.When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against mine. “Come with me,” he murmured. “Where?” “The rooftop. I want to show you something.” I smiled, still dazed. “You’ve shown me plenty already.” “Trust me,” he said, threading his fingers through mine. “You’ll love this.” He led me up a narrow staircase, the sound of the orchestra fading behind us. When he pushed the rooftop door open, the night greeted us with a rush of cool air and the scent of rain that hadn’t yet fallen. And then—light. Everywhere. The first firework shot into the sky and burst into gold. Then another. And another. The air shimmered with color, pinks and blues and bright silvers blooming above us. I gasped, stepping closer to the edge. “Roman! You did this?” He stood behind me, his hands slipping around my waist. “Do you like it?” “I love it!” I laughed, turning my face up toward the sky. “It’s beautiful!” The fireworks kept coming, each one bigger and brighter, painting the night in streaks of light. I felt his chin rest lightly on my shoulder as I whispered, “This is the most perfect night of my life.” He said nothing, but his arms tightened slightly around me. I kept talking, lost in the colors and the warmth of him. “I mean it,” I said, smiling. “No one’s ever done something like this for me before. I don’t even know how to thank you. I feel so—” I stopped. Because he wasn’t answering anymore. “Roman?” I turned around—and my breath caught. He was kneeling. One knee on the ground, a small velvet box in his hand, his eyes shining in the golden reflection of the fireworks. “Oh my God,” I whispered, my hand flying to my mouth. “Roman…” He smiled softly, a little nervous, a little sure. The box opened, revealing a ring—a silver band, delicate and perfect, holding two heart-shaped yellow stones that sparkled like captured sunlight. My favorite color.Tears stung my eyes instantly. “Savannah,” he began, his voice low but clear. “You walked into my life at a time I didn’t even realize I needed saving. And somehow, without even trying, you brought light into places I thought would stay dark forever. You lit up my entire world with your wit and charm and your humor.” He took a deep breath. “You're everything I want, Savannah.” The fireworks cracked in the distance, illuminating his face, his steady gaze. “I’ve done a lot of things I’m not proud of,” he continued. “I’ve made mistakes. I've hurt you. I've made you cry. But loving you—falling for you—that’s the one thing I know I got right. You make me want to be better everyday. And I’ve never been surer of anything in my life than wanting to spend the rest of my days with you.” He took a breath, eyes glistening. “Marry me, Savannah Marjorie. For real this time. Not for show, nor for revenge. Let me spend the rest of my life giving you reasons to smile like you are right now.” The world blurred through my tears. My hand trembled as I covered my mouth, laughter and sobs tangled together. “Yes,” I whispered, then louder, “Yes, Roman. Yes!”He exhaled a sound that was half laugh, half relief, and stood. He removed his mother's ring that I had on, then slipped my engagement ring onto my finger. It fit perfectly, as if it had been waiting there all along. I threw my arms around him, and he caught me instantly, holding me so tight it felt like he was afraid to ever let go. The fireworks kept exploding above us, painting the sky in colors we’d never forget. And in that moment—under all that light, with his heart beating against mine—I knew that no dream, no imagination, could ever come close to what I had right now.