(Reagan's POV)
I couldn't believe what I had just heard, what did he mean by we?! We hadn't decided on anything, especially not making the wedding a week from now. All that I can do right now is look at Alexander in complete shock to which he merely would look back occasionally at me and smile.
I pinch him in his side and he looks down at me, “What's wrong?" he asks innocently, causing me to want to punch him in his smug face.
“Can we talk in private?" I whisper.
He nods, and we make our way off the stage, occasionally people stopping us to give us their congratulations. All I can do is just smile as convincingly as I can so no one will suspect that not only was I not okay with this but I had had no previous knowledge that Alexander intended to do this. Alexander leads me out to
