“I want to be happy,” Declan said, in a matter-of-fact tone. “I’m tired of feeling guilty. I want to take you to dinner, and then I want to go to Schnee’s opening.” She made a face. “Schnee! What an asshole. I don’t want to go to his opening. I’m not putting on fake eyelashes for that.” “And then,” Declan continued, as if she had not interjected, “I want to make an enormous scene proposing very publicly to you at the afterparty, so it completely overshadows his opening.”
