“Come in, Izzie,” Ross called from within his office, recognising her distinctive knock on his door.
Izzie Drake walked in and closed the door behind her.
“Something wrong?” he asked her. “What happened to your usual knock and walk right in?”
“Well, it"s more personal than business, sir, so I thought it best to wait and see if you were free.”
“Oh, for God"s sake, Izzie, what is it? You look like a cat on hot bricks, and your face is red as a beetroot. Don"t make me guess at whatever it is.”
Izzie Drake took a deep breath, and blurted out her news before she changed her mind about telling her boss.
“I"m getting married,” she said, “Peter proposed, and I said yes.”
“Oh, is that all?” Ross relied with a smile on his face. “I had an idea something like that was coming from the way you"v
