Translation of Love - By Alice Montalvo-Tribue Page 0,93

able to tell anyone else about that, but I wanted you to know why.” I blink away a few stray tears. “Why I was how I was when I met you. He took something from me. A dream of something amazing and because of that, I was never able to look forward to the future. I could never let myself believe that anything good could last.”

“I get it. I know that I can never replace the baby that he took from you, Love, but I’ll give you a family if that’s what you want. It’s what I want.”

I smile at him, my heart swelling with love for him. “I want it too.”

He reaches over me and pulls an envelope from the nightstand. “I was gonna give this to you before you left Miami.”

He hands me the envelope and helps me to sit up. I open the envelope and pull out the papers, unfold them and begin to read. I let out a gasp and I look up to meet his gaze. “This is the deed to the house in Miami, my name is on here.”

“It’s your house now. It’s what I was talking to the realtor about that day. I knew, I knew that you were having a hard time believing that we would last. I figured that if I gave you the house, you’d finally let yourself believe. I wanted it to be an engagement gift.”

“What?” I question, barely audible, my heart pumping loudly in my chest.

He chuckles and opens his hand up to reveal a ring. I cover my mouth and nose with my hands and shake my head in disbelief. “I was planning on giving this to you that night, before all hell broke loose.” Fresh tears spring to my eyes as I stare at the most perfect ring I’ve ever seen. It is platinum with a band of smaller diamonds accenting a larger round cut diamond that appears to be at least two carats. “Ellie?” he calls softly. I look up at him. “Will you do me the honor of being my wife? I promise that I’ll make you happier than you could ever dream of. I promise that I’ll give you a house full of love, kids, dogs, whatever the hell you want. I don’t care as long as you’re mine.”

I giggle, looking at the situation, me in a t-shirt covered in bandages and bruises, him in nothing but boxers, and even still it’s the most perfect proposal. I wouldn’t change a thing. I nod my head in acceptance. “Yes, I’ll marry you. There’s nothing that I want more than to be yours.”

He gives me his knee melting smile, sliding the ring on my finger, and kissing me. I close my eyes, committing the moment to memory. The moment where he managed to turn the darkest part of me to light.

Victor’s farewell tour has been record breaking. Almost every show has been sold out. In most cities, tickets sold out so fast that we had to add second shows to accommodate the demand. The plan was for Victor to go ahead of me, with the tour starting out in Mexico City, then making his way through Latin America where I was to meet him in Brazil. Three days before he was scheduled to leave, I decided that I didn’t want to be away from my fiancé, so I quit my job. Victor was thrilled and, if I’m being honest with myself, so was I. I was never happy with my work. It was just something that I did to pay the bills. I had planned to cash out some of my savings to help me get by until the tour was over but Victor wouldn’t hear of it. He said that I had quit to be with him and it was his responsibility to take care of me. I wasn’t altogether comfortable with living off of his money so we decided that I would come on the road with him as his personal assistant. Ultimately, my job is that of a glorified girlfriend, doing all the stuff I would do anyway like making sure he gets up on time, making sure that he eats and is ready to go to the venues on time for sound checks. He actually pays me for this and Alex was thrilled that he didn’t have to do it anymore, since he is now managing Victor.

Last night we arrived in Spain. Victor has a concert tomorrow in Barcelona and in