"You told them what?" I exclaimed, turning to look at him in surprise, stopping midway through brushing my hair.
"That we are going to get married here." He repeated what he said.
"When did you tell them?" I asked, still in disbelief even though he had said it twice.
"Last night, while getting our food." He said it like it was nothing.
Last night? And why is he only telling me now? Why didn't he say anything while we were eating last night? Shouldn't we have told them together? But wait, that's not the important thing right now.
"But are you really okay with getting married here?" I asked, worried that maybe he only gave me the ring on the spur of the moment last night, and that he might feel forced because I asked to stay here and get to know his family.
"What I want is not importan
