Imogene Scott
I’m not sure if I should listen to it. That tiny voice that keeps telling me I’ll regret this. But I try to ignore it as Keith and I slowly walk towards my car. We’ve been silent for a few minutes now. It’s all over and I’m left with the realization of what I’ve done.
“Imogene.” Keith calls when we finally reach my car. “You really want to marry me?”
I c**k my head. What’s that question supposed to mean? He’s probably shocked that I accepted, more reason why he shouldn’t have proposed in the first place. God, I really screwed myself up.
“Why did you propose if you knew there was low probability of me accepting?”
“I just felt I should test the waters.” he replies calmly, maybe too calmly and for some reason, it annoys me.
Test the waters?
I swallow hard. “Well, it’s you
