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✵･ﾟ° ꋧ ▼ ҉ ❯ ●°༶ ❜△ THEIR MEETING WAS MERE CASUALTY OF OCCUPATION. Moa and himself had been introduced at a prestiged art gallery in England. He, being an artist that indulges in purchasing unique pieces, her, a collector, some other that appraises and values remarkable of collections that have outlived their makers.
He felt keenness towards her the moment he knew she was far dissimilar from the rest of women, experienced, educated, by far, out of the league of any other that lacks of tillitaling converse. Luca is not foreign with courtship, but theirs have not been the typical kin, but they became used to nattering back and forth about art, great cities and old times. Weeks became months, months collided into a entire year of familiarity, affection developed after company given. And so, he decided, it would be suitable to ask for her to marry him, officially be known as a pair rather than a fleeting enamourment.
A victorian ring within an open velvet box sits atop of the wooden table of the foyer, along with an original Rembrandt he purchased as an engagement gift. “I thought this Christmas we ought to do something as remarkable as this painting... a question is in need of an answer... would you do me the honor?”.
