By the time I realize how much she’s had, it’s too late. She’s giggling at everything, stumbling slightly as we try to dance, her inhibitions completely gone.
“Come on,” I tell her, steadying her with my hands on her waist. “Time to go back.”
“But the music is so pretty,” she protests, leaning heavily into me. “And you’re so warm.”
I gather our packages with one arm while keeping the other around her waist. She’s practically boneless against my side, humming tunelessly as we make our way through the crowd.
“Kael,” she says as we make our way down the cobblestone street, her words slightly slurred. “I need to tell you something.”
“What’s that?”
“I wish I had stayed.”
She looks up at me with unfocused eyes.
“When you asked me to marry you. I know you were joking, but I wish I had st
