We Have A Problem

Ronan had a bright smile on his face as he stared at the love of his life. He was the very picture of understated elegance.

He was dressed in a plain black trouser that clung to his tall lean frame, with his crisp white long-sleeved shirt tucked into it. He had rich sleek hair that fell in thick waves, just enough to be ruffled by a playful breeze. And his face was perfectly sculpted to charm it's way into the heart of anyone.

Man was facially and financially handsome.

Mallory's heart summersaulted in her chest as he advanced towards her. Her hands turned damp from sweat.

Everyone was present. Her grandma, her kids, Isla, and two of Ronan's friends. Although, Isla had a glum on her face. Her grandmother looked the happiest.

Her breath caught up in her throat when Ronan got close enough and went down on one knee. God, no! Not now.

His eyes, a deep and soulful