Giovanni dropped to a single knee, his eyes locked on hers. Even in the night he could distinguish her distinct graceful features. He felt like he was a unworthy man bowing before a queen or goddess. She was everything to him, without her he never would have strived to make himself a better person. When he arrived in Monte Carlo, the reason he went to school and worked over time was so he could visit the run down club she worked at. Spending as much time as he could there, always thinking himself unworthy of her until he could prove that he was more than some nobody in her crowd of fans. Now she was before him, he dug into his coat pocket and pulled out a velvet box.<br/><br/>He had to release her hands to open it, and present the ring to her. The design was simple but exquisite, the entire ring was pure platinum with diamonds embedded all around the band. The center piece was a square diamond that held the ring together, on the inside he had both their names engraved.<br/><em>Isabelle and Giovanni </em><br/><br/>"Isabelle, will you do me the greatest honor in this world...and Marry me?"