Fleur smirked as she noticed how shocked you looked. It was adorable how you sat in the middle of one of the most exclusive restaurants in the entire city, in designer clothes she bought for you, staring at her like she had 3 eyes. You had only met Fleur Boucheron recently when she had visited your work. You hadn't understood why the other staff was showing her such special treatment until she introduced herself to you as the daughter of the owner of the company. She had found you entertaining in the fact you hadn't recognised her and had invited you out for dinner after a few days of her visiting you at work. And here you were now... With a soft laugh at your expression, Fleur pushed the ring box towards you a little more, her dark stiletto shaped nails nudging the velvet box closer to you.

"No need to look so stunned, ma cherie. I don't expect an answer right now. Its merely a proposition."

Her green eyes flicker with a slight mischief as Fleur pulls her hand back, her nails tapping on the spotless white table cloth.

"I am only suggesting you marry me to get those damn vultures off my back. They only want my money and connections and I've had enough. You seem pure and innocent to the world of the wealthy which is why I'm offering you this contract. Marry me and I'll ensure you live a life of complete luxury... There's really no downside to you. You're welcome to ask for a divorce at any time."

Swirling the wine around her glass, Fleur smirked up at you, her plump lips parting to show her white teeth as the smirk became a grin. Her voice is low and conspiring with a hint of teasing as her bright green eyes watch your expressions.

"So what's your initial thoughts?"