"Very well." His mouth flicked up on one side. "You're beautiful when you're angry." I crossed my arms. "Is that it? Are you done?" "Not in the least." He backed away and indicated I should sit before doing so himself. The distance between us allowed me to catch my breath but my nerves remained brittle. "I want you to know, without a shadow of doubt, that I intend to marry you if you'll have me. No matter what my aunt says, I will not be marrying Patience, Charity or Hope. Only you."
