“You make it sound like I have a choice,” I remarked, turning around to face him.
He didn’t stop walking until our chests were almost touching.
“Technically, you do.”
His eyes gave nothing away as I stared up into them.
“What should I say? Yes? Or I will?”
“Yesshould suffice.”
“Let’s do it, then.”
He nodded, stepping back.
“We’ll go to the courthouse after the weekend,” he uttered, his tone leaving no space for negotiation.
“Next week? Have you been planning this?”
“I don’t assume you’re expecting Lucien’s men to wait for you to ease into it, are you?”
That made me swallow, unable to retort.
“I thought so.”
Oh, shit.
***
I watched Agatha as she sieved the juice she’d just made, my mind spinning with different approaches to my announcement.
I would have preferred to tell Agatha alone and leave the dissemination to her, but that was proving to be impossible. Sofia and Mila were sitting opposite me; they never left the kitchen when Agatha was there.
“The one without syrup,” Agatha uttered to Mila, dropping a large bottle on the island between us.
“I’m getting married,” I blurted out, instantly regretting my choice of words. “I…he asked me to marry him. There’s a situation and…we’re getting married.”
Agatha’s pupils dilated as she stared at me.
Sofia let out a delighted squeal, breaking the silence.
“Wait, you’re talking about Sir Eduard, right?” She paused to confirm.
I nodded, my eyes still on Agatha, whose lips were now curved in a slow smile.
Mila stormed out of the kitchen, her hands covering her mouth.
I sighed.
“I love unexpected love stories!” Sofia exclaimed, grinning.
“It’s not…there’s no love involved,” I pointed out, chuckling.
“Marielle, I’m happy for you. I just never thought…” she started.
“That I’d agree to marry the same person I call a heartless criminal,” I chipped in.
“Hmm, that. But the real shock is Sir Eduard deciding to get married,” she revealed.
