#CHAPTER 46: Royal Engagement

MILA All thoughts and concerns about being a foreigner to the Fresonian people flew out of my head the second Felix proposed. I couldn’t stop staring at the ring on my finger. It was a massive diamond–a family heirloom, apparently–and caught the light whenever I moved my hand. I moved through the world like I was floating. Felix also seemed delighted. He kept trying to discuss wedding details and a time frame, but I was levitating on air. I didn’t have time to think about wedding planning, not when my head was entirely occupied by exclamation points and cartoon hearts. “Are you sure you don’t want to get married right away?” Felix asked yet again while I tried to photograph the rose petals and candles, desperate to capture the moment. “I just don’t think we need to be in a rush,” I said, kissing his face over and over. “I’m just happy to be with you. And besides, I’m sure royal weddings are quite involved. Won’t that take some time and coordination to figure out?”