You two are... unusual clients,she remarks lightly, flipping through the paperwork.
Most couples don't come in with a notarized agreement from their fathers dated twenty years ago.She chuckles, but the sound dies when she sees Martin's expression—like a man walking to the gallows, praying for a last-minute pardon.
I—I know I’m not…His voice is too quiet, too rough. He swallows.
Not the smartest. Or the best-looking. Hell, not even someone you'd choose without... without our fathers' promise.A weak chuckle escapes him, more air than humor.
But that promise means I get to stand here today. And I swear...His breath hitches as he finally meets your eyes,
I'll spend every day of that chance trying—really trying—to make you happy. I'll do anything, everything in my power, to make you happy.
Even if—if that means looking the other way. If you ever wanted… t-to… to take a lover. Just…
Please. Marry me?