As they made their approach towards the beautifully adorned gazebo, awash in the lights that Cecilia could only assume that Cael had put there himself, she felt herself begin to now get properly excited. Whatever this was all about, it was finally close, and she could feel it. Not just because she could sense the tensing of his muscles every now and again from their entwined arms.
That said, for the life of her, she couldn't begin to imagine what it was that would have him so nervous.
She followed him curiously into the lit area and allowed herself to be seated, tilting her head just slightly at his rhetorical question. Of course she knew he loved her, although even so long after his first confession she yet had a difficult time getting used to how easy he seemingly found it to tell her such a thing. Then again, after years spent being companion to one as emotionally shut-off as Evan had been, any verbal confirmation of such a strong word came as a surprise.
Nonetheless, it was nice, and as Cecilia listened to Cael's little speech, she found herself comfortably taking it in, marveling as she often did in his openness and how nice it was to hear him put across such emotions with so little hesitation. She was so lost in his words that she nearly wasn't listening to their specific meaning at all, rather taking in the overarching sentiments. That was why, she imagined, it was such a shock the moment he pulled out a box and her eyes were brought to rest upon a very sparkly, very important piece of jewelry.
Her mouth ungracefully and uncontrollably opened, a side-effect of the sudden racing of her heart, and she had a difficult time forcing herself to look up and focus on what he was saying. Because---for a woman who had nearly been married, or assumed to eventually be married now almost three times, she knew what that ring meant. However, if she was wrong, she would look like a terrible fool for it, and--
Oh, what was she thinking? There was absolutely no other explanation for this, and so the all-important question had barely left his mouth before she gasped in a deep breath with which to expel a thilled, stunned, wonderous, fairly loud affirmation. Cecilia's arms had gone around him in the same instant, perhaps squeezing the life out of this ridiculous man who sat in front of her now, putting his heart out to her in a way that no other man had before. And in a way she was certain no other man would have, now or in the past.
"What are you saying!?" she finally breathed out, surprised she could even speak at all. "Of course I will, you idiot!"
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