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."