Victor’s brows knit together as he frowns at Evelyn. He’s disappointed, of course – he had hoped to surprise her with the proposal, thought he was doing a good job keeping the secret, even – but he’s also a little disturbed by what looks like anger in her eyes.
“Um,” he says, “is that…a bad thing?”
“Victor,” she hisses again, her eyes darting around the room. “Are you serious? This is what you have planned to ask me to marry you?”
Victor’s frown deepens as he glances around the room. Everything is right, according to his expectations – the flowers, the music, the impeccable service. The food, too, is going to be amazing. “What’s wrong with it?”
“Why are you doing this?” she says, her eyes bewildered, her mouth a thin line.
“Because I – love you –“ he says, confused.
“Why now, Victor
