He snaps his gaze back to her, confused. “What?”
“You want to announce an engagement? To the press? What engagement? Our engagement!?”
He looks over her, confusion adding to his panic. “What’s wrong with that?”
“Victor!” she yells, standing up in a rush, smacking the table with her hand. The boys peek into the kitchen from the living room, curious about the fuss. “That is the least romantic thing that has ever happened to me in my life!”
He stares at her, starting to put the pieces together. “Evelyn –“
“No!” She yells, angry tears springing to her eyes. “You can’t just assume that I’m engaged to you just because it’s going to look good politically! Are you kidding me?!”
“I’m sorry,” he says, standing and reaching out his hands, placing them on her shoulders in what he hopes is a calm
