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It’s theshit.
“And I’m not dead?”
“You’d better not be.Romeo and Julietis the worst story ever told.”
“You need to read a lot of shitty books if you believe that,” she retorts, because even shocked, Ivy will be Ivy.
Contrary.
Cute.
And completely, utterly mine.
“I’m not going to propose,” I tell her. “I already have, and you’ve said yes, anyway. No take backs.”
She half chuckles, half snorts against my shirt. “So bossy.”
“From now on, I’m staying right where you are. And the day when you’re ready for more, you can tell our mothers to plan our wedding.”
“Stop telling me what to do,” she grumbles.
“Never. You like it.”
She’s still in my arms, and I don’t think I ever want to let her go. But then she shivers and I remember it’s fucking freezing.
“Ready to go home?”
I hope she won’t be difficult about moving into our apartment. I worked my ass off to make it perfect for her—as perfect as her rooms in the main palace, in the mountain manor, in my summer home, and my town apartment back in Anderia.
I never really take one step without considering the day when she’ll be right next to me.
“One second,” she says, looking for something in my pocket.
I let her search, especially since she takes her time, palming my ass. Then she pulls out my phone.
I raise an eyebrow.
“Password?” she asks.
“Your birthday.”
What else would it be?
She flushes as her frozen fingers input it. Then to my shock, she looks through my contacts, until she finds the one labelledMother.
It’s my turn to be speechless.
My mother answers quickly, and Ivy puts it on speaker phone.
“Hello, darling. How’s England treating you?”
“I hope he likes it, my lady,” Ivy replies, politely. “Though we won’t stay very long. I can’t leave my job until I finish my current projects, and I understand Less has made a commitment to a new hospital here.”
“Oh, Ivy, dear! He tracked you down already, did he?”
“He did, thankfully. Listen, we’re freezing outside, but this was just a quick call to let you know, we’d love it if you and my mother could get started on that wedding of ours. I understand they take a while to plan.”
My mother emits a scream completely uncharacteristic for a proper lady such as herself, and yells my father’s name. “Benjamin, darling! You need to hear this. Ben, where are you!”
