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Two years later:

Emiliano and I are engaged! He proposed to me a week ago and I still can't get over it. The proposal place, the set up was just perfect. But what he said made my cry.

He said;
Victoria Dawn Montgomery, you are by far the best thing that ever happened to me. Before I met you, I just worked and worked. My life had no meaning. Then you came into it. You gave me a meaning, a purpose. When I first saw you standing in the doorway of my house, I thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world. Even though you were and still are a pain in my ass, I love you so much. You make me happy. I know sometimes you worry about me being annoyed by you waking me up from having nightmares, and I always wanted to tell you that I would never sleep again as long and you are there with me. I never craved attention, until I met you. I can talk to a million people, and I can guarantee you none of them can make me smile or laugh as much or as fast as you can. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So, Will you marry me?

I, of course said yes.

Right now, him and I are finishing decorating our house.

We got a new house together and it's perfect.

He kisses me cheek, "It's perfect."

I smile, "It really is!"

We moved because he wanted something that was ours and he said that if I just moved in with him he would feel like it wasn't.

Since his old house was already paid off and everything, he gave it to Etta and her boyfriend.

I asked him to since I know how uncomfortable it is to live in a hotel and he wasn't going to use it anyways.

He agreed.

Louie moved back to his home town, he talked to his parents and they support him now.

I am happy for him. We still talk every now and then.

Nessa and Alessio moved in together.

Emiliano picks me up and spins me around, "I'm so happy you are my wife."

"Fiancé." I correct him, "Not wife yet."

"Who gives a shit?" He says. "You are my wife married yet or not."

I smile, "Okay."

He puts me down, "Are we missing anything?"

"I don't think so." I say, "It looks so amazing!"

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