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My first love just proposed to me in front of my entire family at my brother's wedding in Hawaii, and I said yes while looking at another man. Eight years ago, Femi proposed and I said no. It broke us both… He came back into my life last month and kissed me on a New York rooftop, and I thought this was fate giving us a second chance. But when my Milan boutique was falling apart, he gave me a lecture and disappeared for days. And the quiet winemaker I met in Tuscany was the one who showed up without being asked. Now Femi is on one knee in front of two hundred people, and the ring is on my finger, and everyone is cheering. But Matteo is standing by the wine display, watching me, and he hasn't moved. And I know, the way you know something in your bones, that I just said yes to the wrong man..