She leaned from the bell tower window. "I love Giacomo di Venezia!"
The pigeons, startled from their roosts, flapped wildly around the tower and piazza.
Jack laughed. "There you go, scaring the poor pigeons again."
She flung her arms around his neck. "I do love you, Jack. I will always love you."
He held her tight. "You are my angel, Lara. I have another surprise for you in my pants."
She snorted.
He placed her hand on the bulge.
She glanced down. "I seem to remember you being a lot bigger than that." She moved her hand to the center. "Oh yeah, now we're talking."
He chuckled and removed the smaller bulge from his pocket. "I think you'll like this, too. At least I hope so." He opened the small black box.
Lara gasped. It was a beautiful sapphire surrounded by glittering diamonds.
"I know it's not exactly traditional, but the sapphire reminded me of your lovely blue eyes."
She stepped back. Her skin prickled with goose flesh. She knew this was a moment she would cherish for as long as she lived. She would remember the cool night air blowing through the campanile and the sound of "Bella Notte" drifting up from the piazza. And she would remember Jack, standing there with a ring and so much love glimmering in his golden brown eyes.
He knelt before her. "Lara Boucher, will you marry me?"
She fell to her knees in front of him. "Yes, yes, I will." She wrapped her arms around his neck.
He held her tight. "Well, that's a relief."
She leaned back. "I do have one condition, though."
He looked worried. "What is it?"
She smiled and caressed his cheek. "You have to stop saying 'nine circles of hell.'"
"Oh." He looked surprised. "I can do that." He stood, then pulled her into his arms with a grin. "You are right, cara mia. You have brought love into my life, and we have found our way to Paradiso."