All I can do is stare, completely in awe of what’s happening. “There’s a ring on my finger.” “You’re incredibly observant this morning,” Wes says dryly. “Well, usually there’s a kind of preamble involving a question of some kind…” He shrugs. “I knew you’d be saying yes anyway, so why bother dragging it out?” “Have I told you lately how romantic you are?” I deadpan.
