I do a double take and Rhys is down on one knee. He’s not . . .? Oh my God. Is this happening? “What are you doing?” My hands start to shake. “Is this the thing? This is the thing, right? The thing where people ask other people to marry them?” He ignores my question and beams at me. “Freya Girl . . .” “Fuck! Are you sure?!” I blurt out. He laughs. “I haven’t even asked you anything.” I’m so flustered.
