"I thought you wanted to get married," he said with a hint of indignation, his accent becoming more pronounced.
"I mean, yes, I obviously want to marry you," she began, only for him to interrupt her.
"Well then," he said, visibly relieved. "It's settled. Besides, you're not allowed to refuse me on my birthday."
Lucielle rolled her eyes, a chuckle of exasperation escaping her. "And I have decided you are not allowed to propose in a bathroom and without a ring, Floyd Murphy."
She playfully smacked his shoulder, her palm soothingly rubbing the spot a moment later. He seemed to realize their peculiar surroundings, looking around and wincing.
"But you do want to marry me?" He cast her a hopeful look that made her heart flutter.
"I want everything with you, Floyd." She held his gaze, hopin
