Falling For My Ex's Dad (Clarissa and Gabriel) novel Chapter 91

Chapter 91: The Proposal 

Chapter 91: The Proposal 

Clairessa’s POV I swallowed hard, knowing Raquel was right. “Why would Gabriel bring you on vacation with his most trusted friend unless he liked you? And don’t even try to deny it! You’re sleeping with your boss.” I covered my face with my hands. “Raquel, you are so-” “Honest? Raw? Blunt?” She grinned. “I know.” I exhaled. “Hmm…” I hesitated before adding, “What if, hypothetically, we were doing what you’re accusing us of?” She smiled triumphantly. “If you and Gabriel are, then I fully support it.” She squeezed my shoulder gently. “I’ve been where you are–falling for a complicated man, scared about what’s next. But if I can give you one piece of advice, it’s this: follow your heart. Even if it sounds cliché. At least then, you won’t live with regrets.” I sighed, my eyes scanning a set of round silver balls that caught my attention. I picked them up, examining them curiously. Raquel’s voice squeaked from behind me. “Oh, I’ve tried those! What an experience.” I dropped them instantly, spinning around like I’d been caught committing a crime. She chuckled. “No shame in exploring our bodies and finding pleasure as women.” Her tone turned thoughtful. “I’m no expert, but confidence is everything. And how can you be confident when you don’t even know your body?” I lifted a brow. “Oh? And how do you suggest I… spice things up? Raquel smirked. “Be open–minded. Willing to try new things. Love your body. Own it. Men love a woman who knows what she wants. And don’t forget-” she leaned in with a mischievous glint, “foreplay. Always.” “Gotcha,” I muttered as she grabbed a few more items and led me to the checkout. As I handed the cashier Gabriel’s black card, Raquel leaned in and whispered, “Oh, and one more thing–pay attention to what he likes. Every man has a weakness. Find it. Use it.” I burst into laughter, shaking my head. Just as we grabbed our bags, my phone buzzed. Gabriel: There’s an update to our plans. A guide by the name Javier is waiting outside the boutique to take you both for hair and makeup. Please ensure Raquel wears one of the dresses you both bought–Sergio’s request. Let me know when you’re done. I was still reading when Raquel cooed, from behind, “Gabriel again… hmm.” Quickly, I put my phone aside and looked up, trying to act indifferent. “He just informed me that a hair and makeup session has been scheduled for us.” Her eyes lit up with excitement. “That sounds amazing!” But then, her smile faded, and a crease formed between her brows. “Wait… what? I don’t get She glanced at me, suspicion creeping into her expression. “Something is off.” Raquel crossed her arms, lips pursed. “Why is Gabriel so interested in us having a good time?” She reached into her bag and pulled out her phone. “What the hell is Sergio up to? Doesn’t he know that it’s supposed to be our anniversary vacation? 

her Before she could dial, I placed my hand over hers, stopping her. “There’s no need to call him,” I reassured her. “I’m sure they’re together, and this was their idea.” She exhaled sharply, tapping her nails against her phone. “Ugh… you’re probably right. They just want to keep us distracted while they talk about their boring contracts and business deals.” Her frustration melted into a smirk. “But whatever. We’re going to make the best of this.” I smiled to myself, watching as she excitedly sifted through the shopping bags. She had no idea Sergio was preparing the best proposal. dragging her feet. “Claire, why are you insisting we come to the beach for pictures when we’re dressed in dinner 

As we arrived at the private beachfront, Raquel huffed in frustration, gowns?” she complained, her brows furrowing. “We can do beach shots tomorrow in our bikinis. Besides, we just got our hair and makeup done–the wind is going to ruin everything.” I tightened my grip on her wrist and pulled her forward, ignoring her protests. “Just trust me. You won’t regret this.” “I’m sure I will,” she argued, rolling her eyes. “We should’ve gone to show off our looks to Gabriel and Sergio first, then come down here.” But as we stepped closer to the beach, she suddenly came to an abrupt stop. Her breath hitched. A long runway of white roses and lit candles stretched before us, leading to a gazebo draped in twinkling fairy lights. At the very end, a massive backdrop read “Will You Marry Me?” in bold beautiful writing. Soft music played in the backpack, giving the setting the perfect romance feel. And standing at the end of the path, dressed in a perfectly tailored tuxedo, was Sergio–his expression filled with love and anticipation. Raquel’s hand flew to her mouth, and her wide eyes darted between me and Gabriel. Realization dawned, and a tremor ran through her body. “Oh my God…” she whispered, voice shaky with emotion. “You all planned this?” Gabriel and I exchanged knowing