Surprise.
Yeah. Mission accomplished, buddy.
"Your… your cane," she managed, her brain scrambling to catch up. He was dressed beautifully.
"I'm fine," he said, waving it off. "Limping a little, but I'm good. I just can't stay on my feet for too long."
Ivy swallowed hard. From behind Eugene, she caught a glimpse of Winn approaching. She immediately snapped her focus back to Eugene.
"Were you crying?" Eugene asked gently, his thumb brushing near her cheek.
"Ugh… no," she lied poorly. "I just had too much to drink."
Eugene chuckled, completely buying it. "Well," he said, rocking a little on his heels, "I guess I should wait till you sober up before I pop the question again."
"What… what question?" Ivy whispered, her brain still fuzzy.
"Marry me?" Eugene repeated softly, as if it was the most natural question in the world. As if her body hadn't been melting seconds earlier for someone else. As if she wasn't still shaking.
