"Duke Tristan proposed to me? Me? My exceptionally cute self?"
I repeated it once more.
And again.
And again.
Like a biological alarm bell being struck repeatedly until even the angels descended from the heavens just to say, "Yes, yes, we heard you, now please step aside and make it stop."
My soul felt as though it had just exited my body, drifting aimlessly in the wind with no clear return schedule. Meanwhile, I surveyed my brothers.
Max?
He averted his gaze.
Fast.
Incredibly fast.
Swift as someone pretending not to notice that his own sibling had just faceplanted in the street after a ridiculous clumsy stumble into a gutter.
Dominic?
Oh, he was staring dead at me.
Deeply.
Piercingly.
Meaningfully.
His gaze could be translated precisely as:
"I know you are ecstatic… so stop flaring those nostrils of yours." Yes, that was roughly the exact facial expression of his that I desperately desired to kick.
Father?
Ah… Father…
He inhaled.
Long.
Deep.
Heavy.
