“I said, we elope. You and I are getting married in the next 24 hours.” He repeated slowly, as though giving her enough time to process each of his words individually.
She chuckled, looking at him with a laughing gaze, “In three months, Donny. Not 24 hours.” She explained slowly too, nodding along as if she were explaining to a child.
He didn’t even get upset at the mockery as his lips twitched by the sides, pleased at hearing the shortened name, and finding her reaction humorous. “No, Princess. We’re getting married today.”
“What do you mean?” She asked confusedly now, wondering what the hell he was talking about.
“We’re getting married today, your family are already downstairs, and grand uncle had already called up a judge to marry us, and their preparing a certificate and everythin
