154. Will you marry me?

Roseline's POV

For a moment, I was taken aback by the beautiful sight in front of me.

My breath caught in my throat and I forgot to breathe for those moments.

In the exact spot where my house had once stood, brutally destroyed by Vincenzo's grandfather's actions, now stands a magnificent tent, proudly occupying the space. The tent was adorned with vibrant, colorful drapes that billowed gently in the evening breeze, and it was adorned with an array of flowers and twinkling lights.

A meticulously crafted path, lined with flowers and candles, led from the field to the tent. It was an elegant and beautiful display, and I found it impossible to tear my eyes away from the enchanting scene.

Every detail seemed to have been thoughtfully designed, transforming a place of painful memories into a place of beauty and celebration.

When Vincenzo had promised to transform my painful memories into beautiful dreams, I hadn't fully comprehended what he meant. But standing there, in the midst of thi