I was still shocked, completely surprised, frozen, and rooted in the same spot while watching Max kneel and open a jewelry box containing an incredibly shiny ring.
“Marry him!” I heard one of the girls say.
A group of other co-workers cheered, and I heard the sound of a guitar being played. I looked to the side and found an artist playing the instrument, and another one nearby recording everything on video.
I had no doubt he prepared and orchestrated everything, and I felt cornered, even embarrassed at his attempt to morally kidnap me in front of everyone. It felt so wrong, so fake.
There was no love between us anymore, and what he was doing came out of desperation more than anything else. I knew this very well.
He held his gaze at me, portraying one devoted lover, while Charles stood still behind him, towering him in size and presence. His eyes were cold, void of any emotion.