HARPER
"Well, Mr. Gallagher," I drawled as I stepped into the garden.
Julian looked up from where he was sitting on the waterproof blanket, a half-eaten toast in his hand. He quickly shoved it back into the basket and wiped his mouth.
"I'm sorry, I was famished," he said.
I scoffed. I didn't care that he was eating. It was already past lunch, and with how rushed our morning had been, we barely managed breakfast. Thankfully, the kids' babysitter had helped arrange things for the picnic.
I shook my head, ignoring the faint blush creeping up his cheeks, and sat beside him. "It's very nice of you to announce to the entire world that you're getting married to me," I said sweetly, sarcasm dripping from every word, "when even I didn't know yet."
Julian flushed again. He looked away, scanning the garden as if the grass and strangers nearby were suddenly more interesting than this conversation.
