“Oh, our families are still uniting,” I say evenly, my gaze flicking to Lennox, who’s standing on the edge of the balcony watching the scene unfold with her jaw dropped. “But I’m not marrying Neve.” Richard barks, “What?” “I’m marrying Lennox.” The room falls silent. Lennox’s eyes widen, her face paling. I grab the nearest glass of champagne and raise it high, a small smile tugging the corner of my lips. “To family, loyalty, and new beginnings.” I turn to Lennox. “So, love, will you marry me?”
