My Boyfriend Proposed Right After Seeing My Luxury Apartment—He Had No Idea It Was a Test

By the sixth month, I invited him to my place. “Finally, Sloane,” Ryan grinned as he stepped out of the car. “I was starting to think that you were hiding a secret family or something.”

The doorman, Joe, greeted me by name, smiling warmly.

“Sloane, welcome home,” he said, tipping his hat. Ryan glanced at him, then back to me. I just tapped the button for the private elevator and stepped inside.

The doors slid shut with a whisper. As they opened again, we were in my apartment. Light poured in from the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The skyline glittered like it had dressed up for the occasion. My living room was clean and quiet, the kind of quiet that came with double-insulated glass and peace that money can buy. He just stood there, staring.

“This is… wow, Sloane,” he said finally. “You live here?!”

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