Amelia’s POV
“It’s understandable for you to be nervous,” Ian said, smiling a little as we walked. “But I’m honestly relieved to hear you ask this question. To know you’ve been thinking about me in this way… About us… It brings me more comfort than you could know, Annette.”
When I’d asked my question, I had kept things purposefully hypothetical to avoid conversation like this, about things getting too personal. Yet immediately he jumped to the two of us getting married, and my question as nothing more than the coy curiosity of a girl already planning marriage with him.
“I can tell you this,” he continued. “With me, you will be treated like a Queen. There is no need or desire that I will not see satisfied.”
He likely meant materialistic things, but I decided to press, hoping he might be
