Reign blinked.
Shit
"Huh…I'm sorry, what?"
Daphne's smile tightened just slightly; she clearly didn’t appreciate the response and Reign’s distraction. "I was asking what you think about getting married next month. It's soon, I know, but we think it's best to move quickly. Don't you agree?"
Wait...Next month?
Reign glanced at Miranda, who shot her a warning look.
This is terrible.
"I…" Reign's throat tightened, returning her gaze to Daphne, raised ones. "I'm fine with whatever you decide."
Daphne beamed, seeming to like her response. "Wonderful. We'll start making arrangements then."
They returned to the conversation of planning the wedding and bride price, but Reign wasn’t listening. She couldn't breathe past the jumbled mess of her thoughts. And their conversation wasn’t helping
