There were people everywhere: young people with nervous eyes, proud mothers, curious businessmen, Don Chucho Morales with tears unhidden, Doña Lupita clutching a handkerchief as if she were holding her heart with it.
Diego stepped up to the microphone with a lump in his throat.
“A year ago I was just a mechanic with a dream,” he said. “And I learned that a second of courage can change everything… but what sustains the change is hard work, truth, and the people who support you when you doubt.”
He looked for Mariana in the audience. She was looking at him with moist eyes and a full smile.
After the tour, Don Roberto approached. There were no speeches. He simply extended his hand.
“You earned my respect… and my blessing,” he said.
Diego took it firmly.
—Thank you, sir. I promise not to let you down… or her, or this.
That afternoon, when the hustle and bustle subsided, Diego and Mariana walked behind the building, where the garden still smelled of fresh paint and new grass.
“Do you remember the fire?” Mariana asked, squeezing his hand.
—I remember your eyes opening —Diego replied—. I thought I was saving you… but honestly, you gave me a life I didn’t know I could build.
Mariana let out a small laugh through her tears.
“We’re saved,” he whispered.
Diego stopped and took a simple little box out of his pocket.
—I don’t have a fancy ring… but I have a promise that with you I don’t want to pretend. Just be myself. Will you marry me, Mariana?
Mariana put her hand to her mouth, crying uncontrollably.
“Yes,” he said, and then louder, as if shouting it to the world. “Yes!”
And as the sun set over Ciudad Valles, the same city that saw them collide by accident, two worlds that seemed impossible merged into something new: love with roots, a future with meaning, and a happy ending that didn’t depend on luck… but on the courage to choose (each other) every day.
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