CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED AND NINETY SIX – WILL YOU MARRY ME

Marco led Jasmine up the winding path, his hand gently guiding her. As they reached the top of the hill, the city sprawled out before them, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun. "Oh, Marco," Jasmine breathed, taking in the view. "It's beautiful." Marco smiled, his eyes never leaving her face. "Not as beautiful as you." Jasmine felt a blush creep across her cheeks. "You're such a charmer." "Only for you, mi amor," Marco replied, pulling her close. "I wanted to bring you somewhere special tonight." "Well, you've certainly succeeded," Jasmine said, leaning into him. "I feel like I'm on top of the world up here." Marco chuckled softly. "That's exactly how I feel every day I'm with you." They stood in comfortable silence for a moment, watching the sun slowly dip towards the horizon. Marco cleared his throat. "Shall we sit?" he asked, gesturing to a blanket spread out on the grass. Jasmine nodded, and they settled onto the blanket. Marco reached into a basket and began pull