Zelia nearly trips down the stairs as the orchestra swells and she runs to meet Tamara, her hand extended in front of her the entire time. Jasper stuffs my forgotten champagne glass back in my hand and wraps an arm around my shoulders.

“Congrats man.” He clinks my glass and shakes me a little. “That was smooth. Why didn’t you tell me about the proposal plans?”

I chug back my champagne, nearly choking on the bubbly. “Just a spur of the moment decision.”

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