"Baby, I'm so proud of you!" yelled Gianna, jumping into my arms as soon as I existed the arena.
"So easily excited," Rizzo shook his head, laughing at her.
"Don't be jealous," she said to him, blowing a kiss in his direction with a cheeky smile.
"Scimmia," Gianna's mother called to her, "Get down, adesso."
"Lascia che sia," Rizzo's mother scolded someone, I don't know what they were saying at all, "Congratulations, Jack, you boys did good."
"They're all so proud," Gianna said in my ear, kissing me, "Everyone's so happy!"
I kissed her cheek and asked her, "Want to make them go crazy?"
"What do you mean?" she asked, confused. I put her down and got on one knee.
"Gianna Rizzo, will you marry me, and make me even happier than I already am?" I asked her, although she probably didn't hear much with all the shrieking. Her, her mother, her aunt, Coach Brooks' wife, basically any female within the Olympic vicinity totally lost it. Except Gianna, who literally knocked me over in a hug, before telling me yes and accepting the ring that I had picked out before we'd even left home.
"I'd wanted to do this for so long," I stressed, "But I wanted to prove to myself that I could do this before I proposed. I didn't want you to get stuck with a bum who can't even win the Olympics."
"Shut up and kiss her," Silky called, and so we did.