That bittersweet, burning sensation spread from Thalassa's heart to the tip of her nose and the corners of her eyes, threatening to break her composure. Fearing she might burst into audible tears, she hastily covered her mouth with her hands, but the tears streaming down her face refused to be contained.

Lysander, dropping to one knee before Harper's gravestone to propose to Thalassa, was a gesture of utter devotion! How deeply must he love Thalassa to defy convention and propose at Harper's grave?

Georgia and Rosalind were stunned and green with envy, exchanging looks that clearly communicated their indignation and jealousy. What made Thalassa so special that a man of Lysander's stature would kneel before her, explaining away rumors of a past lover with such earnestness? It seemed as if Thalassa had captured all the world's wonders, relegating them to mere spectators. Thus, Georgia and Rosalind were a mix of envy, jealousy, and resentment.

Lysander's honesty, sharing every detail of his

showed a rare glimpse of nervousness, "Thalassa,

held. She didn't mind the tears on her fingers as she choked out, do, I will marry you, be your wife

nervous, she put on the ring, and the anxiety in Lysander's eyes vanished. He stood up, pulling Thalassa into a tight embrace. He held her as if she was the world's most precious treasure. For the first

Lysander, who had always been so reserved and cold since she knew him, was now beaming in Thalassa's presence! It turned out he could smile; he just chose not to do

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