The light was piercing, and Annabelle Linton instinctively squinted, raising a hand to shield her eyes.
When the light was no longer so blinding, she lowered her hand.
Before her, Aaron Wyatt was kneeling on one knee, holding a square box in his hand.
Inside the box, a beautiful diamond ring lay nestled within, refracting the light and emitting a dazzling brilliance...
Aaron Wyatt gazed at her with deep affection, his eyes and his heart filled with nothing but her. He said gently, "They say it takes seven years for all of a person's memory cells to metabolize and be replaced. Annabelle, today is the seventh anniversary of the day we met..."
He smiled, a smile so pure and bright, as innocent as the day they first met.
'It seems he's the only one who hasn't changed all these years.'
