*Freya*
I roll my eyes. I am beginning to understand what is going on here. I have bruised Zac's considerable male pride. Normally, I would be enjoying this, but my entire life's happiness is at stake. He is sitting over there, feeling sorry for himself because I have stolen from him some kind of inherent male right, and he hasn't even given one thought to how much courage it must have taken me to come to his home unescorted and ask him to marry me.
This isn't exactly something I have been brought up to do. 'Methods of proposing marriage' definitely had not been squeezed in between Latin and piano lessons when I was growing up. Nevertheless, I decide that one of us is going to have to be the mature one in this scenario, and it might as well be me.
"Really, Zac," I say with a sweet smil
