From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 89

**Chapter 58: Can I Have Him?**

“Oh my God…” The words slipped from my lips, barely a whisper, as I felt my heart race in my chest. I stumbled back a step, my mind struggling to process what lay before me. “Oh my netual God. No way. No freaking way!”

Before me, in the garage, stood a car that seemed to have captured a piece of the sun itself, its sleek body gleaming with an otherworldly brilliance. The Aston Martin Vantage was not just a car; it was a masterpiece of engineering and design. The vibrant yellow paint shimmered, reflecting the light in a way that made it look like liquid gold, and my chest tightened with a mix of disbelief and exhilaration. I could hardly remember how to breathe.

Roman leaned casually against the hood, his arms crossed over his chest, a confident smirk playing on his lips that felt like a blade slicing through my astonishment. “I take it you like it?” he asked, his tone casual, as if discussing the weather rather than dropping a life-altering surprise.

“Like it?” My voice cracked, caught between a squeal of delight and a sob of disbelief. I instinctively slapped a hand over my mouth to stifle my emotions. “Roman… no. No, you didn’t just ask me that.”

“I did.” He shrugged, a nonchalant gesture that belied the enormity of what he had just done. It felt as if he had casually dropped a nuclear bomb into the mundane reality of my life.

“Of course I love it! You bought me—” My words faltered as I spun around, gripping my hair in disbelief. “You bought me a freaking Aston Martin Vantage!”

His brow arched, a playful glint in his eye. “In Yellow. Your favorite color.”

Tears threatened to spill from my eyes, and I couldn’t hold them back. “I was joking last night! Roman, I—” My laughter came out strangled, a mix of joy and disbelief. I darted forward, pressing my palms flat against the warm hood of the car. It felt solid beneath my touch, grounding me in the reality of this moment. I almost screamed when I noticed the details.

“You…” I choked out, pointing at the tires in utter disbelief. “You even put my name on it!”

Etched boldly into the black rubber were the letters: Savmanah.

With trembling hands, I opened the door, and my heart raced even faster. The name wasn’t just on the tires; it adorned the seats and even the dashboard.

A scream erupted from my lips, so loud it startled the birds from the nearby trees. I spun back toward him, my excitement bubbling over like a fizzy drink. “You’re unbelievable!”

Before I knew it, I had jumped into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist, feeling the warmth and strength of him against me.

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