I’ve been in a lot of crazy situations my life. Like, a lot. But sitting across from Mr. Hale at a five-star restaurant while he asked me to marry him might just take the cake for the absolute craziest situation I’ve ever found myself in.
“What did you say?” I blurted out before I could stop myself, my voice way too loud for the refined setting.
Mr. Hale’s face remained unreadable, which only made me more nervous. He had this way of looking at me, all calm and collected, like he’d already calculated ten moves ahead. Meanwhile, my brain was stuck repeating his words on a loop.
'Will you marry me?'
What the actual f**k is going on.
It wasn’t even a question, really. It was more like he’d just casually dropped a bomb and was now waiting to see how I’d handle the fallout.
“You heard
