Hermia's POV
A small, amused smile spread across my lips as I turned away from the window.
And now I can say I've been proposed to before.
The thought made me giggle, the sound light and unexpected, echoing in the quiet room.
"Niklaus Hathaway proposed to me," I said aloud, shaking my head in disbelief.
For a moment, I let myself revel in it.
I didn't care why he did it—whether it was for convenience, desperation, or some secret reason he wasn't willing to share. What mattered was how good it felt to be wanted, even if only for a fleeting moment.
"And I rejected him," I added, a quiet sort of pride settling in my chest.
I tilted my chin, imagining myself as the cool, composed woman I wanted to be—the kind of woman who wouldn't hesitate to turn down a man like Niklaus Hathaway and walk away without looking back.
