"Yeah, we're engaged," Dua had simply stated in her British Vogue interview,

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The soft glow of London's evening lights filtered through the tall windows of their apartment, casting long shadows across the plush rug. Callum Turner, ever the picture of quiet intensity, watched Dua Lipa from across the room. She was humming, a new melody still forming in her mind, as she meticulously arranged a vase of fresh peonies. The air thrummed with a comfortable quiet, a familiar rhythm they had built together over the past year and a half.

Just hours earlier, the news had exploded. "Yeah, we're engaged," Dua had simply stated in her British Vogue interview, a casual confirmation that sent ripples of excitement across the globe. Callum had been there, watching her navigate the whirlwind with her characteristic grace. He remembered the thrill of designing the ring, a custom piece made with input from her sister and best friends, meant to be so her. The cigar band, the prominent diamond – it was a reflection of her unique style, and he'd been obsessed with it ever since he saw it on her finger.

He walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder. "Still can't believe it's out there," he murmured, feeling the slight vibration of her hum against his chest.

Dua leaned back into him, her fingers still adjusting a pink petal. "It's exciting, isn't it? This decision to grow old together, to be best friends forever." She turned in his embrace, her eyes sparkling. "I've never really thought about a wedding before, but now... I'm thinking, 'Oh, what would I wear?'"

Callum chuckled, pressing a kiss to her temple. He knew their lives were a beautiful blend of his filming projects and her tours, a constant movement across continents. They had their "two-and-a-half-week rule" to ensure they never spent too long apart, a testament to their commitment amidst demanding careers. For now, wedding plans were on hold, a sweet future to be savored later. They were simply enjoying this period, this new, "very exciting" chapter.

He thought back to their first meeting at The River Cafe in London, a fleeting introduction. Then, the serendipitous reconnection at a dinner in L.A., bonding over the same book, Hernan Diaz's "Trust." It felt like a series of "sliding doors moments" that had led them here, to this quiet evening, to this shared joy.

He held her closer, the world outside with its headlines and fan theories fading into the background. All that mattered was the feeling of her in his arms, the promise of a future woven together, and the simple, profound truth of their engagement. It was, as Dua had said, "a really special feeling."