Chapter Thirty-Three
AMBER
“Prin, will you marry me?” Zahir, one of Luca’s best men at our wedding, asks my former legal secretary after a lengthy speech.
Lengthy but enthralling. One moment, I’d fully turned around and was counting the steps to the ballroom entrance so as to avoid another run-in with my ex-husband. And the next, I’m standing there with tears in my eyes, enraptured by his speech.
Damn hormones…
I don’t even realize I am still in the same place until Prin says, “Well, ya know, now is where we are…” and the audience bursts into the kind of ecstatic applause people only get when they’re kissing.
But uncharacteristic romantic spell over. I’ll send Prin flowers with a, “Call me when you need a divorce lawyer” note tomorrow morning. Right now, I’ve got to get out of here.
