"Lady Cynthia of Merridale, will you marry me, Zander McCarthy?"
"Yes. I will," I couldn't be happier. I was going to marry him. The man I'm hopelessly in love with.
"Lovely. Marriage will take place in 10 days," my father announced and the crowd cheered. Tiffany gave me a joyous smile.
I and Zander were walking through the garden. "I didn't expect you to come," I told him still recovering from the surprise.
"Well, neither did I. But turned out I couldn't let anyone else marry the girl I'm in love with," he said as a matter of fact and I blushed. "You're in love with me?" I said in surprise. So, I wasn't the only one? "Why do you think I spent the last few weeks perfecting my archery skills?" he raised an eyebrow. Did he? I wondered. But he took my hands and cleared all my doubts.
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