Chapter 23: The Deal
"Then marry me, Tony."
The moment those words came out of her mouth, Marcella found herself getting pulled out of her trance. She hugged her knees as her heart raced as if it would burst out of her chest cavity.
What have I done? I suggested getting married as if I was ordering pizza! Ahhh! My mother would be rolling in her grave! What have I done?
She could see Tony was bewildered. Why wouldn’t he? She verbally slapped him in the face! He was someone who considered marriage a Holy Sacrament and she just... Ugh!
He was staring at her without even blinking his eyes. Her hands shook. She didn’t have the guts to look at him and averted her eyes. She was ashamed. She so selfishly asked such a huge thing from him. He’d definitely deride her; rightfully so.
"I’m sor~"
Just as her apology was in her mouth, she was interjected by Tony’s hoarse voice.
"I will..."
Marcella looked at him. Her hands had gotten cold or... Tony’s hands were cold too. He was still holding her hand. Kneeling in front of her, he coughed slightly bowing his head.
When he looked up, she saw a smile on his face.
Her racing heart slowed down seeing the smile. Thankfully, he was not going to deride her. There was no judgment in his eyes. He looked at her like he always did. He probably would give a very diplomatic rejection.
"I will marry you if you promise to kiss me every day," he said.