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    Ellis had known from the start that her memories of those early days were gone. On his phone, he quickly ordered a ring sizer.


    The engagement ring—and the wedding band—would both need to be custom-made. He wanted to be ready, just in case Freya suddenly decided she wanted to marry.


    When the time came, his proposal would be wless.


    He thought about herst marriage, how rushed it had all been with Kristian. There hadn’t even been a real proposal.


    This time, Ellis was determined to give Freya a memory she’d treasure. With that, he opened his phone and started a brand-new group chat. He added Greta, Riley, Trent, Frederick, Cade, and Moss—every aplice he’d need for the n.


    Greta blinked at her screen, eyebrows arching in confusion.


    Riley sent a quick message. “Didn’t we already have a group chat? Why another one?”


    Trent’s swift reply came. “So Freya’s not invited to this one, huh?”


    Frederick was also left baffled and sent a question mark.


    Cade chimed in, “What’s going on?”


    Moss joined in the conversation. “Is our captain plotting something behind Freya’s back again?”


    While everyone chatted, Ellis casually renamed the group chat to “Proposal nning”—direct, unambiguous, and an answer in itself.


    “Proposal? Already?” Greta chimed in with a surprised voice message. “You two just got together!”


    Ellis replied without missing a beat, “Just preparing ahead. I want everything set, so when she’s ready, I can give her the perfect proposal.” That straightforward confession caught the whole group off guard.


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    For a moment, nobody seemed to know what to say.


    Ellis pressed on, “If you have any ideas, send them my way.”


    The group’s whole reason for being was to back his proposal when the time came. Freya’s friends were essential—his proposal wouldn’t beplete without them.


    Before long, the chat erupted with excitement. Everyone pitched in their wildest ideas, each more borate than thest.


    Ellis read every message, quietly taking notes as the thread filled with enthusiasm and advice. By the time the flurry of ideas faded, midnight had crept up unnoticed. He scrolled through the chat onest time, making a mental checklist of the best suggestions.


    The proposal needed to be unforgettable—something that captured his story with Freya, but also caught her off guard. He couldn’t ask her directly, not if he wanted it to be a genuine surprise.


    If anyone deserved something extraordinary, it was her.


    The group chat buzzed with ideas until Ellis wrapped up the discussion. He quickly brushed off the thought of proposing in a hot air balloon, finding it too cliché.


    Instead, he jotted down a handful of themes: twinkling stars, swirling gxies, sleek technology, and vibrant art, to name a few. Each idea sparked a vision for a memorable proposal.


    Once he’d listed the themes, he started sketching out a rough n. His excitement carried him forward, piecing together something special.


    It was nearly two in the morning when he finally decided to call it a night. He couldn’t recall thest time he’d stayed up sote, not since he’d left retirement behind. His mind was buzzing, alive with possibilities.


    Maybe it was the whirlwind of thoughts or the thrill of nning Freya’s proposal that kept him tossing and turning for twenty minutes. Sleep felt just out of reach, teasing him.


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