FREYA
I close my mouth with my hands to hold back the scream that is desperately trying to escape me. A wave of happiness washes over me and it starts snowing even harder.
It’s late already and only street lamps are illuminating the garden with warm magical light. The heavy snowflakes fall from the sky and lay onto the ground, our heads and my lashes like tiny diamonds. I feel how my eyes get teary when I look at the man in front of me standing on one knee. He’d better be doing what I think he is doing and not polishing his boots or something.
“Freya,” Desmond looks at me, smiling with the corners of his lips, “I was ready to do this a long time ago. You once told me that you are the one to ask… and since then it was all that I was thinking about every minute of every day. I wanted
