Elena was in her bedroom, finishing her makeup, when the doorbell rang. Expecting it was Damon she kind of jumped off the stairs and hastily opened the door. Her enthusiasm dropped in her shoes when she looked in Stefan’s face.
“Oh” she کہا impassively. “It’s you”
“It’s me” Stefan smiled. “Not happy to see me?”
Elena shrugged.
“Damon send me” Stefan کہا and Elena’s face cleared up. “He asked me to escort آپ to the party, so آپ can meet him there. He had to do something and wasn’t going to make it on time”
A big smile appeared on Elena’s face. She grabbed her جیکٹ and پرس, تھیلی and walked out of the door. “Well, what are we waiting for? We have a party to go to” and she walked to Stefan’s car. Stefan got into the car, too and started the engines.
As they were driving Stefan figured there would be no better timing. His eyes on the road he started talking.
“I love you, آپ know that, right?”
“Yeah, sure” Elena said, feeling uneasy.
“And I always will. I know I’ve been a real jackass lately, but that’s really just fear of losing you” Stefan continued.
“That doesn’t give آپ the right to lock me up…or to hurt your brother” Elena carefully said.
“I know, Elena, I know” Stefan کہا a little sad. He parked the car at the Grill. “But I would do anything not to lose you, even if it means making a commitment”
“What do آپ mean?” Elena asked, nervous now.
“I guess what I’m trying to say is” Stefan conjured a small square jewelry box and opened it. “Will آپ marry me?”