Caprice - Marry — Me

She didn’t say “yes.” She didn’t say “no.”

And when the justice—such as he was—said, “You may kiss the bride,” Caprice grabbed Leo by the tie and kissed him like a sudden storm. caprice - marry me

She was, in every sense, a caprice. And Leo, a structural engineer who planned his lunches a week in advance, had fallen for her like a skyscraper falling in love with an earthquake. She didn’t say “yes

“You’re more of a… beautiful, chaotic wrecking ball,” he offered. She lived in the spaces between them

But looking at her—at the smudge of charcoal on her thumb, at the way the fairy lights caught the silver ring in her nose—he realized that a speech was a structure. And Caprice didn’t live in structures. She lived in the spaces between them.

He reached into his pocket, pulled out the box, and didn’t open it. Instead, he held it between them like a question mark.

The Caprice of Forever