Caprice - Marry Me -

Leo grinned. That was better than forever. That was a promise renewed by choice, not by contract.

He reached into his pocket, pulled out the box, and didn’t open it. Instead, he held it between them like a question mark.

Caprice winced theatrically. “You’re lucky you stopped.”

“You know,” she said quietly, “I’ve always hated the word ‘obey.’” caprice - marry me

The Caprice of Forever

Leo set down the champagne. His heart, usually a steady metronome, was now a timpani drum. He had rehearsed this. For weeks. He had a speech about stability, about building a foundation, about the logical next step. He had a backup speech about passion, about how she made his spreadsheets feel like poetry. He had a third speech that was just bullet points.

“You’re more of a… beautiful, chaotic wrecking ball,” he offered. Leo grinned

Marry me, Caprice? No. Just… stay.

She tilted her head, intrigued. “Oh? Then why is your left pocket making a very box-shaped bulge?”

They were married on a Tuesday, because Caprice decided Sundays were “too predictable.” She wore a vintage lavender dress, and Leo wore a suit with mismatched socks. The officiant was a retired drag queen from their neighborhood deli. The vows were one sentence each. He reached into his pocket, pulled out the

He laughed. Busted. “Because I was going to. I had a speech. It was very good. It used the word ‘synergy’ twice.”

“And I refuse to be anyone’s ‘ball and chain.’”