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

“Yeah,” I said, slipping off my heels and placing them on a mat I’d imported from Tokyo. “Not bad, right?

Comfortable.”

He walked in slowly. His fingertips dragged across the marble countertops. He opened the wine fridge, Sub-Zero, custom installed, and nodded to himself.

“Not too shabby,” he said. Ryan continued to walk around, stopping at one of the abstract canvases hanging over the fireplace. “How much is that one worth?” he asked.

I shrugged but I was watching him now. Closely. He didn’t ask to sit down.

He just kept moving. His eyes lingered on the custom couch, on the Eames chair in the corner, the fridge that synced with my sommelier app to suggest pairings based on what I had chilled. He didn’t kiss me that night.

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