I revert the question back to you, stranger. How could you not marry this man, had he come to you with all the promise of a future, a home, an adventure? How could you not be captivated by that scent that lingered in the air, filling any space he occupied, a scent that, to breathe it in, was to breathe in his very essence? How could you ignore that feeling when your heart skips a precious beat, knowing he has entered the room. The rush that courses through your entire body when the flowers are placed on the piano keys in front of you and you know he has come to give you and only you his full attention and affection. How, stranger, could you resist the jewels, the money, and all the freedoms that accompany the excess of riches?
Had he asked you to marry him, could you have said anything but, "yes?"
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