Elena was in her bedroom, finishing her makeup, when the doorbell rang. Expecting it was Damon she kind of jumped off the stairs and hastily opened the door. Her enthusiasm dropped in her shoes when she looked in Stefan’s face.
“Oh” she a dit impassively. “It’s you”
“It’s me” Stefan smiled. “Not happy to see me?”
Elena shrugged.
“Damon sent me” Stefan a dit and Elena’s face cleared up. “He asked me to escort toi to the party, so toi can meet him there. He had to do something and wasn’t going to make it on time”
A big smile appeared on Elena’s face. She grabbed her veste and bourse, sac à main and walked out of the door. “Well, what are we waiting for? We have a party to go to” and she walked to Stefan’s car. Stefan got into the car, too and started the engines.
As they were driving Stefan figured there would be no better timing. His eyes on the road he started talking.
“I l’amour you, toi know that, right?”
“Yeah, sure” Elena said, feeling uneasy.
“And I always will. I know I’ve been a real jackass lately, but that’s really just fear of losing you” Stefan continued.
“That doesn’t give toi the right to lock me up…or to hurt your brother” Elena carefully said.
“I know, Elena, I know” Stefan a dit a little said. He parked the car at the Grill. “But I would do anything not lose you, even if it means making a commitment”
“What do toi mean?” Elena asked, nervous now.
“I guess what I’m trying to say is” Stefan conjured a small square jewelry box and opened it. “Will toi marry me?”