About two weeks later, I successfully got my visa.
I boarded my flight to Italy.
I was still wearing the engagement ring.
As the cabin door closed, I couldn’t resist raising my phone to capture the sunset.
Aiming my camera at the window, I caught sight of an impossible figure.
Lucas.
The next moment, the flight attendant announced there were weather changes and asked us to return to the waiting area.
The passengers looked at the perfectly clear sky, unable to hold back their complaints and questions.
“You’re saying we can’t fly in this weather?”
“Are you serious? Is there a mistake with your instruments?”
“I timed this perfectly to meet my wife! Just my luck!”
Carrying my backpack, I followed the flight attendant toward Lucas.
His usually composed face showed a rare hint of panic as he wrapped his arms around me and spoke softly, “Why didn’t you tell me you were going to Italy for advanced training?”
I pushed him away and glanced at the confused passengers watching us, my expression blank. “You shouldn’t be here.”
Lucas grabbed my hand and pressed the ring from that night into my palm.
“Sophie, I’m here to marry you. Let’s go get married right now, okay?”
