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Ophelia, and I’ll always fight for you. But I…” his voice broke and he glanced at the floor as if afraid she’d notice. “I can’t fight the cancer for you. I need you to do that.”
    Ophelia shook her head and opened her mouth to speak when Trace pulled a tiny black velvet box wrapped in a red bow out of his pocked and set it on her lap. Her breath caught in her throat.
    “When my dad passed away…I got into trouble. I dropped out of school senior year. I didn’t see a reason to keep going, so I stopped. Molten Silk gave me a new reason to continue. But…if I had gone to the dance with you, maybe you would have been my reason. Maybe I would have stayed in school. Maybe my mum wouldn’t have felt the need to pack me up and take me back to London.” He got down on one knee. “Ophelia, let me be your reason for living. Let me take care of you for as long as I can.”
    Ophelia blinked several times, trying to keep the tears at bay. Did he really just propose? Or did the drugs make her hallucinate? She had the urge to pinch herself, to tell Trace he was crazy. But for once she told her head to shut up and listen to her heart. “Just tell me one thing…”
    He glanced into her eyes, his features forlorn. “Anything.”
    “What will happen with Molten Silk?”
    “The band?” he scoffed. “They’ve been begging for a vacation.”
    Ophelia rolled her eyes, but laughed. She eyed the little black box, picked it up, pulled off the bow, and opened it. Her eyes lit up at the diamond nestled in the center of the golden band. Trace wet his lips and watched in silence as she plucked the ring out of the box and pushed it over the appropriate finger.
    “So is that a ‘yes’?”
    Ophelia laughed. “Yes, Trace. I’ll marry you.”
    His eyes lit up as he shot to his feet and pulled Ophelia into a kiss. The heat of his love filled Ophelia and lifted her heart. Her soul soared and it dawned on her, after all this time, why she was drawn to Trace Curtis. Hope.
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    You and a guest are cordially invited to witness the marriage of Ophelia Martinez and Trace Curtis…that is if they make it to the altar in time. Find out in A TRACE OF HOPE: Part III of A Trace of Love.
     

About the Author
     
    Danielle Ravencraft graduated from the International Academy of Design and Technology with a Bachelor Degree in Fine Arts. She currently lives in Wisconsin with her two Pomeranians. Growing up in the suburbs of Chicago, her writing is influenced by the multi-cultural urban society of her youth which she continues to visit each summer.

Also Available by Danielle Ravencraft:
     
    A Trace of Love
    Book One in A Trace of Love Series
     
    Ophelia Martinez has a chance encounter with internationally famous rock-star, Trace Curtis. To Ophelia, Trace will always be the charming boy she met in high school. They share one night together in which Trace falls in love with Ophelia. But Ophelia knows she can’t continue to live in the past, at least not with the secret that haunts her present.
     
    Excerpt:
    Ophelia sat in her favorite spot in the entire world; the little bar in the very back of The House of Blues. Usually The House of Blues featured local bands; everything from Soul to Bluegrass. She couldn’t say why she loved it there. It wasn’t the music or the booze or the way reality seemed to evaporate in the dim lighting. But it was, nonetheless, her heaven.
    Today was one of those rare occasions when the venue starred an international band, which meant The House of Blues was packed to the brim. The concert ended and the throngs of fans made their way to the exit. The bartender winked and handed her another beer. He knew Ophelia by name and always let her linger until they locked up.
    Ophelia blinked as the lights brightened. Plastic cups, spilled beverages, straws, napkins, glow sticks, promotional fliers and the occasional bra littered the floor. A smile inched across her lips. Molten Silk put on a good show.
    Other than the