“I should have proposed to you last night. Before I made love to you. But like an imbecile, I wanted to propose properly. I was going to take you to the labyrinth, love. With strawberry tarts. Would you have liked that?” He stopped in front of her. “Please, Sophie.” “I would have liked that,” she said softly. “I’ll do it,” he vowed. “As soon as we’re home. I’ll take you there. I’ll do it.” “I don’t need it. We’re already married.”
