My heart felt like it was going to bounce out of my chest at any moment now, a feeling that was so unexplainable, and unprovoked, that I had no idea how I was going to adapt to it. It felt like my head was in the clouds, like I could barely think straight. I believed that it was the effects of being intoxicated by Anoa, that it was the effect that she was having on me and my senses. I wanted nothing more than to be able to wrap my arms around her and pull her closer to me, but I knew that I would be making a fool out of myself if I did so.
I couldn’t believe my luck—that she had actually agreed to it, that Anoa had accepted my marriage proposal. And perhaps I was making this all bigger than it actually was, but I knew that the moment that the news of our engagement made its way into the
