MY WOMAN

As we walked, the cacophony of comments and camera clicks continued to swirl around us. Ace seemed entirely unfazed by the attention, his smile calm and confident as he nodded to the crowd.

I, on the other hand, was struggling to keep up with the pace of it all. The flashing cameras were disorienting, and the constant chatter was making my head spin.

Just when I thought I might stumble, Ace's hand tightened around mine, steadying me. "You're doing great," he whispered, his breath warm against my ear.

I smiled up at him, feeling a surge of gratitude. Together, we made our way through the throng of people, the noise and chaos slowly receding as we entered the elegant ballroom beyond.

As we entered the ballroom, the crowd parted to let us through, their eyes fixed on us with interest. Ace led me to our table, where a delicate place setting and a glass of champagne awaited me.

I took a seat, feeling a little overwhelmed by the opulence surrounding me. Ace sat down beside me, his eyes scanning the room as he nodded to various guests.

The dinner party was a whirlwind of conversation, laughter, and fine dining. I found myself chatting with the guests on either side of me, trying to keep up with their witty banter and sophisticated topics.

Ace was a gracious host, ensuring that I was included in every conversation

As the night wore on, Ace's friends and acquaintances began to ask him about me. "Who is she?" one of them inquired, raising an eyebrow.

Ace smiled, his eyes gleaming with pride. "She is my woman," he replied, his voice firm and possessive.

The group fell silent, their eyes fixed on me with surprise and curiosity. "How did you manage to snag Ace?" one of them asked, their tone light and teasing.

But before I could respond, the host of the party, a middle-aged man with a stern expression, intervened. He had been eyeing me with growing disapproval, his face pinched in distaste.

"Ace, I thought we had an understanding," he said, his voice low and reproachful. "My daughter, miriam, is perfect for you. Why are you here with...with this woman?"

Lucien, who had been standing nearby, stepped forward. "She is here with Ace, and that's all that matters," he said, his voice firm and proud.

The host's face turned red with anger. "But what about her family background?" he demanded. "Who are her parents? What is her social standing?"

"My family background doesn't matter," Lucien replied boldly. "I am here with Ace, and that's all that matters."

Everyone was shocked by her response, their eyes wide with surprise. But Ace just smiled, his eyes shining with pride.

In front of everyone, he took Lucien's hand and got down on one knee. "I don't care about your family background either," he said, his voice loud and clear. "I care about you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?"

The room fell silent, with all eyes fixed on Lucien. A tear dropped down her cheeks she couldn't believe ace was proposing to her did he planned it ?

And just as she nodded yes, a camera clicked, capturing the moment forever.

The room erupted in cheers and applause as Ace slid a stunning diamond ring onto Lucien's finger. Tears of joy streaming down her face, Lucien hugged Ace tightly, basking in the happiness of the moment.

The camera flashes continued to pop, capturing every angle of the proposal. The host, who had been looking disapproving just moments before, now beamed with a forced smile, congratulating Ace and Lucien on their engagement.

As the celebrations died down, Ace leaned in to whisper in Lucien's ear, "I love you." Lucien's heart skipped a beat as she replied, "I love you too, Ace."