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He stroked her red cheek while holding her waist, repeating the same promises he made to her years ago.

"I will love you forever as we grow old together, baby."

"Stop it, you are making me blush." Ivy's face flushed as she was enjoying his sugar-coated words.

His hand swayed down below, touching her soft skin as he came closer for a kiss. Ivy closed her eyes, awaiting the sweet moment, but he deviated to tease her.

"Stop it," she pouted, displeased that he ruined her moment. "Dave, you haven't told me where our honeymoon will be."

He smiled and kissed her lips, which made her smile as well because she got what she wanted.

"If I tell you, it wouldn't be a surprise anymore."

"Please tell me, I might die with anticipation," she said, pulling a cute face. She looked more beautiful and seductive when she did that, and her beauty was the reason Dave asked her out back then in college. They became college sweethearts, and the whole school knew about the lovebirds that never went anywhere without each other.

"Be patient, it's just tomorrow," he played with her thigh, moving closer to her private areas.

"Dave, you should also be patient; it's just tomorrow. We agreed on this, didn't we?" She held his hand, stopping him from progressing.

"Alright, alright. I won't touch you until tomorrow. But I have before, why can't I do it now?" He stubbornly slid his hand on her thigh.

"Dave," she called him, pretending to be upset.

"Fine," he surrendered. He got up and walked out of the bedroom.

Ivy also got up.

"Where are..."

"I will be back before you know it," he cut her off before she could complete her question.

"Oh, okay," she smiled. Been in a relationship for so long, he never introduced his family to her, not that she cared about his family's opinion in any way. They decided to get married without involving their families. It was Dave's idea, and she accepted it; after all, she only had one family.

She woke up the next morning feeling energetic, ready for the special day she had been waiting for. Finally, she was going to be his, and he was going to be hers. She smiled as she stared at her wall clock.

"6 AM, I still have time," she said, stretching as she yawned; even her stretching and yawning gave her a good feeling. She looked beside her, and there was no sign of Dave.

"He hasn't returned, I wonder where he went," she thought. She picked up her phone to call her soon-to-be husband, but there was no reply. She dialed his number again, and still, there was no reply. Only on the third dial did he finally answer his phone.

"Hey babe, what's up?"

"What's up? It's our wedding today, and I can't find you anywhere. Where are you?" She sounded a little upset.

"Slow down, Ivy; I am coming, alright, you don't have to be upset over small things," he said, and Ivy realized she must have overreacted.

"I'm sorry, babe, I was just worried, that's all. So are you close?"

"Almost, just wait a little longer," he said.

"I'll wait for you, love you," she kissed her phone, waiting for him to send her a kiss.

He hung up, leaving Ivy still holding her phone close to her lips, unaware he had already hung up. A few seconds passed, Ivy was still in the same position; then she realized he had hung up.

"Oh, he hung up. Why didn't he send me a kiss? I will pull his ear when I see him," she smiled as she pressed her phone tightly to her chest, daydreaming.

"I should get ready; I don't want to be late," she said to herself. She stood and went straight to the bathroom to wash up. After that, she went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for her and Dave. By that time, it was 7 AM, and still Dave hadn't arrived. She called him again.

"Babe, the food will get cold; we have to eat before we leave."

He sighed. "Babe, just eat without me."

"Aren't you coming?" She asked.

"I'm sorry, but I'll meet you at the courthouse," he replied, ready to hang up.

"No, I can't leave without you," she refused.

"Babe, I'll be there," he was getting irritated.

"What, I should leave without you? No, I will wait," she insisted.

"Leave without me," he said and hung up.

She sat down to eat breakfast alone; it was not how she wanted it to be, but what choice did she have when he already told her to do so.

She went back to her room to get dressed and to apply makeup. She looked in the mirror, satisfied with her looks. Yes, she was very beautiful; her looks helped her become famous back in the days when she was an actress. She had the skills and the looks to back it, but her possessive boyfriend made her give it all up, saying she was too exposed to dangerous men who would steal her away. Her career made him uncomfortable, with paparazzi following her everywhere and spying on their privacy. Those were his exact words, and due to her love for her boyfriend, she canceled her contract with a renowned entertainment agency just to please him. She could do anything to make him happy, even going as far as to end her promising career for him.

Well, all that was in the past; she brushed it off and happily sang her favorite song, dancing while grabbing her purse. She looked at the mirror to see if everything was perfect since she didn't call a makeup artist to get her makeup done for some reasons. She had been hiding ever since she gave up been an actress; paparazzi would still like get a story if she was seen at random places or get information about her new lifestyle, which she tried to avoid for Dave's sake. Even today, she would be wearing a veil just in case.

She wore her shoes to match her elegant dress. She smiled when she felt everything was perfect and walked out of the apartment and got into her car. Or, to be more precise, Dave's car. Even the wealth she achieved all went to Dave; she willingly gave him everything in the name of a joint account because they already saw themselves as married couples before even getting married.

She called Dave again to inform him of her departure.

"Dave, I'm on my way; I hope you are also on your way there?"

"Oh, babe, stop being a baby," he said, trying to hide his true thoughts.

"You call me babe; what do you expect?" She replied as she smiled widely. She was truly happy today.

"Call me honey from now on; after all, I will be your wife today."

"Sure, sure," he said and hung up.

"Why does he keep hanging up without sending me a kiss? His punishment is increasing," she said as she started the car.

She arrived at the courthouse, patiently waiting for her soon-to-be husband, but there was no sign of him yet. A few hours passed, and he still hadn't arrived. Ivy was getting impatient. She tried calling him, but he wasn't picking up her calls.

"What is taking him so long, he should be here by now," she said, wiping the bead of sweat from her face. Worry was making her sweat, even though it wasn't hot. It was a bright day, and she wanted to get married. Yet here she was without her husband by her side.

She calmed her nerves and distracted her mind from worry by recalling good moments with him. How he confessed his love to her and how she reacted by running away to hide. She was only eighteen back then and knew nothing about love. Even when other guys asked her out, they never made her feel the way Dave made her feel.

She called him again, and the same thing happened with the same result. No answer. Her makeup might get ruined before the actual event.

Two more hours passed, there was still no sign of Dave, and her worry grew. She called him again, but this time there was a little change. It was not reachable. She frustratingly tossed her phone back into her purse and sat down, tapping her feet to kill time. One more hour passed, and her heart started beating rapidly with one thought ringing in her head. 'What if something happened to him, oh no, I hope not. Or maybe he was stuck in traffic, no that's not possible, it's already noon. Did he change his mind or is he nervous, no that's lame. Oh no.' She stood up immediately when a different thought crossed her mind. 'Was he kidnapped!' She scratched her head as fear overtook her.

She dialed his other number, and it was also switched off, making her worry and fear only intensify.

She quickly got into the car, her hands shaking on the steering wheel. She tried to steady her hands on the wheel, but it was proving really difficult as her mind was a mess. Her breathing was heavy as her thoughts were running wild. 'Please don't die, Dave. What is wrong with me? He won't die; he is... he is... oh no... I... I have to go home and see if he is there...'

She tried calling him again while driving, but his phone was still switched off. She almost ran into another car while driving in a hurry. Luckily, she halted before a terrible accident would occur. She continued her journey home to check on Dave, praying silently for his safety. She didn't know what she might do if something bad happened to the love of her life.

It seemed like the traffic light became an enemy trying to stop her from progressing. She impatiently hit the steering wheel while her legs were tempted to step on the acceleration and speed off.

After a while, the light showed ready to go, and she blasted away with full speed, not caring if she ran into any car that obstructed her way.

Finally, after a forty-five-minute drive, she arrived home. She didn't even take off her high heels and dashed inside hurriedly to see if he was inside. She didn't notice that his car wasn't parked outside. She searched the whole house but couldn't find him, called his name, but there was no reply. She didn't know any of his friends because he never introduced her to them, and she now regretted not pushing him to know his close friends and family members.

She ran back to her car with no direction on how to find him. She thought of many places, but she wasn't sure she would find him there. She decided to wait until nighttime before reporting to the police station. But she needed to calm down at least before nighttime, she needed somewhere to go for the meantime. Someone crossed her mind, Irene, her elder sister and only family. They were really close, but ever since she started dating, she hardly spent time with her sister like before. When she told her that she had found true love, she wished her good luck, saying she would find hers too.

She arrived at her sister's place; her apartment wasn't that fancy compared to hers, but it was cozy just like it was back when they had parents.

She still remembered where Irene kept her spare keys, so she took them and unlocked the door. She got inside and noticed her apartment had changed compared to before. It was well-decorated and nice. She had a new set of furniture that was better than the first ones she had. And the new TV was the product she was invited to advertise years back at the time she decided to cancel her contract. Everything reminded her of her past career.

She still looked around and found other new stuff that was not there when she visited last time. 'Isn't she home?' She didn't find Irene in the sitting room, then she went to her bedroom.

As she got closer, she heard moaning sounds coming from her bedroom. She paused, not believing her ears. Her sister was hooking up with a man. She hadn't told her she had found her true love too. No, it couldn't be. She had never seen her sister with a man before. When she told her she would find hers too, she didn't believe, feeling she couldn't spend time with a man. She was too picky, deciding no man was good enough for her. Or maybe, she had finally found the 'man good enough.'

She was about to turn back before she heard her sister's voice.

"F**k me harder like a man, or is it that she couldn't pleasure well that you lost your ability to f**k properly."

Ivy moved slower as she was interested in hearing their conversation. The 'she' she heard got her curious. The man must have a girlfriend before f**king her sister.

"Massage my breast and kiss me harder." She went on. "Ah, that's right, that's right, ah... oh."

Ivy face-palmed herself. What was she doing listening to the conversation of two people having sex? She really had crossed her limit, listening to their private conversation.

She shook her head and turned around, but her movement halted when she heard someone.

"You have no idea how happy I am to finally dump her today, ha, ha. The naive thing must have waited for me to arrive and marry her. She must be so sick."

That voice was too familiar that she placed her ears on the bedroom door to be sure she wasn't hallucinating. The man's voice sounded like Dave. No, it can't be, she refused to believe it. She was missing him too much to think he was here. But the next words shook her to her core.

"Ivy is such a foolish woman. Who did she take after, her dad or her mum?"

"Her dad, of course."

Who else had hatred for her father except for Irene, and why was her name mentioned in their conversation? She was the one they had been talking about ever since. 'No.' She shook her head. She refused to believe; it can't be; her Dave would never do that, never.

Her heart was breaking into pieces, her world crumbling and stabbing her deep, and she could feel it, the pain of being betrayed. "No," she stepped back. "No." She had to see it with her eyes to know if her ears were deceiving her, only then would she believe it. She hesitated, she couldn't bring herself to see what she never expected, wished for, or even thought of. Her hands were shaking, struggling to hold onto the doorknob. She forced herself to give in, to see it and clear her doubt.

She opened the door slowly, still hesitating, but finally opened it wide. Tears flowed down her eyes as she saw her sister's naked body pressed against her boyfriend's, moving in sync as they made love to each other like they had no problems in the world. They didn't notice her, as they were still engaged in intimacy.

Ivy sniffed, when was the last time she cried like this? When? Here she was, heartbroken. Did her sister even care about how she would feel when she found out? Her sniffing caught their attention, and they saw the crying Ivy watching their lovemaking in silence.

"IVY!" Dave shouted, surprised to see her. Ivy was still shedding tears, swallowing what she felt like saying to him right there. He looked to be enjoying himself well, f**king her sister.

"Oh." That was the one word Irene pronounced when she saw Ivy.

"How could you? Why... why did you do this to me? Why... Dave... Why..." Ivy choked on her words. Her tears continued falling from her eyes.

"You can't knock, or is there something wrong with your knuckles? Why are you even here?" Dave asked as he hurriedly stood up to meet her. Ivy pushed him away with all the strength she could muster. Her love for him was slowly turning to hatred.

"Hey, that's rude," Irene spat, looking at her in contempt.

"Really, Irene, is that what you have to say to me?" Ivy was displeased with her sister; there was no remorse in her eyes after what she has done. "You are so evil."

"Hey, speak properly or I'll..."

"Do what?" She mustered the courage to challenge her.

"Ivy, go home. Go home!" Dave said in an authoritative tone.

"Really, so you can continue to cheat on me behind my back? Huh, you are so shameless." She was beyond cheated; she was betrayed by the people she loved and trusted.

"Fine, then never go back to my house; you are not welcome there anymore," Dave said with no remorse.

"Your house, really Dave, how can you say that..." Her tears continued flowing down her cheek.

"You cheated on me and you... you said you loved me and want to spend your whole life with me... you lied to me... you lied to me." Her voice cracked.

"Deal with it. I never loved you, I only love Irene," he confessed.

Ivy was heartbroken. When did it start, how did it happen without her knowing or suspecting anything? She was a fool to trust him, even giving up everything just to be with him. Her sister, she never thought she'd see the day she would betray her like this.

"You b****!" Her anger surfaced.

Irene frowned. "Hey."

"Show her some respect," Dave defended her.

"Show respect to a dog?"

*PAK!*

She received a slap for that; she flinched and lifted her face to see who it was. It was her boyfriend, no, her cheating fiancé. His face turned red from the slap; the pain was nothing compared to what she felt in her heart. Her blood was boiling, so hot that heat was emitting from her body, and Dave could feel the heat from where he was.

"BETRAYALS, GO TO HELL!" She shouted with anger and pain. She ran out of the room and left the apartment that brought out hidden secrets. If she hadn't come to find her sister, she wouldn't have known how ruthless they were to betray her.

"AND DON'T TOUCH MY CAR!"

Dave's voice resounded from inside. Ivy understood; she had nothing left. No house, no car, no boyfriend, and no family. All that was left was a little money in her purse; even her account was gone, nothing left of her hard-earned money. The day that was supposed to bring happiness brought pain and despair. Where was she going to go from there? Where would she start? No room over her head to plan what to do next; how could she plan on what to do next when the pain in her heart was greater than anything she had ever felt before in her life?

She cried while walking, not caring if people saw her in her bitter state. Her world was over, her dreams shattered. Her plans on life, everything turned to shreds just because she fell in love with a man. Her state was a mess as people were pointing fingers at her.

"What is wrong with her? She looks pathetic."

"Yeah, she looks like she just fell from hell."

"Poor thing."

"I think I recognized her. Isn't she the once-famous actress who gave up her career for unknown reasons?"

"Yes, it's her. Gosh, it looks like things didn't go well for her."

"I wonder who broke her heart, or did she lose someone?"

"Look at her, so pathetic."

Ivy wasn't listening to all the comments; she was too heartbroken to do so. She wasn't looking her way and she bumped into someone.

"Hey, watch out."

She was too befuddled to apologize to the stranger, and she continued walking.

"Come back here." The stranger pulled her hair forcefully to get her to apologize. She couldn't scream in pain either as she gritted her teeth through the forceful pull.

"Apologize, you perv." She didn't, and he pushed her; she fell to the ground and remained there.

"Hey, perv, get up, okay, hey, I didn't kill you so get up."

She still remained on the ground with no response. The stranger looked left and right, back and front, then ran away before people thought he killed someone.

Ivy stood up and walked her way; that was the method she came up with to get her to leave her. She wasn't ready to get into a fight after what happened to her, no way, or she might subject herself to a beating.

She turned her head and saw a sign at the corner of the busy road.

'COMFORT NIGHT CLUB'

Yeah, she needed comfort.

She walked inside not hesitating for a moment, she didn't care about what might have happened. She decided to embrace life's taunts, get it over with, move on, or live on with her misery. She went straight to the bar and bought drinks with all the money she had left. The bartender just looked at her as she moved on from one bottle to another without slowing down.

"Hey, slow down." The bartender was worried she might choke on her drink.

She ignored him and carried on, finding solace in alcohol, drinking away her sorrow. She was intoxicated with alcohol that she didn't notice she drank all four bottles. She lifted the last bottle and placed it upside down, and nothing came out. She groaned and faced the bartender.

"More... drinks... I need more drinks."

"I'm sorry, you're too drunk to have more." Not that he wasn't allowed to sell more, he was just concerned for the pretty lady.

"GIVE ME! I said GIVE ME!" she was running mad.

"GIVE! Give... give me..." She rested her head, the shout from before took a lot of her energy. Others turned to look at the drunk Ivy playing with the bartender's tie, twisting and squeezing it as if she found a new toy.

"Hey, do your job and leave the pretty ladies to customers, got that." A man with a big belly snatched Ivy away, giving the bartender a dead stare.

He dragged Ivy all the way to the dance floor. "Dance baby, have some fun."

The drunk Ivy did a silly dance, lifting her legs and showing off her beautiful thigh. The man licked his lips, wondering how tasty she would be. He held her waist while striking her butt as he watched them bounce and it rhymed with his protruding hard members.

He kissed her neck while stroking her thigh. Ivy tried pushing him away but she was too weak to make him flinch.

"LEAVE ME!" Her scream caught the attention of another man who was close by. He pushed the man away and brought Ivy closer to himself.

"Leave her or I'll crush you." He threatened.

The big belly man turned around and went his way; the other guy's body frame really matched his word. Indeed, he could crush him. He was far bigger and more muscular than him with well-refined muscles.

"Hey beautiful, are you alright?" Ivy nodded too drunk to speak.

"Come here, you are going to pay me for what I did, um. Come here, let me see how well those breasts bounce." He squeezed her breast and she moaned, trying to loosen his grip on her peaches.

"Ah."

"Shh... enjoy the pleasure, huh."

"Take your hands off me." She bit his hands, and he gripped her neck, holding her in place.

He dragged her upstairs; she was in big trouble tonight, those were areas to satisfy their needs. He happened to be one of the VIPs. Ivy struggled all the way to the room. With no progress of getting him to let go, he threw her on the bed and unbuttoned his shirt, ready for the onslaught.

Ivy was too exhausted to get up, she relaxed on the bed as she watched him take off his pants. He pressed his body on hers and started taking off her clothes, and she was too weak to do anything. He was about to press his lips on her lips when someone gripped his neck so tight that he gasped for air. Ivy saw everything before she blacked out.

******

She yawned and grabbed the glass of water beside the bedside table. She was very thirsty as she gulped everything in one go.

"Haaaaah." She touched her head and massaged it; they were hurting like hell. She fully opened her eyes, then she realized her surroundings, then she gasped.

"Holy sh*t, where am I?" She looked around but didn't recognize the room. She was in someone else's bedroom, the room exquisite and well-furnished, which begs the question, how did she get in here? She looked for her purse but didn't find it, slowly memories came flooding in. The pain she endured and how she got drunk using up all her money, then how a man snatched her away from the bartender, took her to the dance floor taking advantage of her, then how another man came to rescue her with ill intentions, not really saving her but also snatching her to have his way with her.

She almost got raped, she covered her face berating her carelessness. She scratched her head as another memory came in. He was already in the process before something else happened. She got up from the bed as she tried to remember the details. Someone stopped him before he could continue, but who? Why? Did he also take advantage of her? Those were the thoughts lingering in her mind.

Walking around, she admired the room. The color, style, everything was truly amazing; she felt like she had walked right into a fantasy. She saw a door leading outside the room; she really wanted to find out how the other interior and exterior was like. She descended down the staircase while scanning the place to find out who lives in the villa but couldn't find a single soul.

Her mouth formed a 'woah' when she saw the living room.

"Where am I?" She was really amazed. She got to the dining room, and what she saw made her realize she was starving. Her stomach growled loudly as she saw different dishes arranged on the dining table.

She took a seat and ate to her heart's content, she didn't care if she was in a stranger's home eating without permission; she just wanted to satisfy her hunger.

After consuming the meal, she remained seated to relax and think of her next course of action. While she was still lost in her thoughts, unknowingly to her, someone appeared behind, scrutinizing her closely.

"Excuse me."

Ivy jumped out of her seat in shock, clutching her chest; her heart pounded in her chest.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." The middle-aged woman apologized.

"Who are you?" Ivy asked.

"Well, that's the same question I was about to ask you." She replied, still observing her. "You look familiar."

"She is a guest, and she will be leaving soon." Someone's voice interrupted them.

Ivy saw who it was, and his face wasn't ringing any bells.

"Are you the one who brought me here?"

"No, the boss did." The man replied, he wore a formal attire, and he was 5'7 feet tall with wide eyes.

"Who's 'the boss'? And he wants me to leave now?" Ivy had no home, where was she going to stay?

"It's his orders; when you've had enough rest, you should leave," he replied, preparing to walk away.

"Wait, can I speak to him?" Ivy asked, and the man replied with a 'no'.

"Please," she insisted.

The man sighed, "he will be back in the evening, if he is free."

"Okay, I'll wait." She wasn't going to leave a comfort zone to go where? The street? So the betrayers could rejoice in her misery.

"Now I know you, you were once famous," the maid finally remembered how she knew her.

Ivy waited the whole day, but the boss didn't return. The long day was boring as she was told to only roam around the living area and her room. She accepted the hospitality, as it was a lot better than roaming the streets with no place to stay.

She was about to sleep when the butler knocked on the door. "Miss, could you please come outside."

"Sure," Ivy replied as she came out of the room.

"Well um…," he hesitated before letting it loose. "He said you should leave before he comes back."

"But I want to thank him," she explained.

"I'm sorry, miss, you have to go," he ushered her out of the room.

"Please let me stay, I have nowhere to go, please," she pleaded.

"Miss, let me show you to the door," the butler insisted.

"Let me spend the night; in the morning, I'll leave. Please," she rubbed her hands together, pleading.

"You have to understand, I don't own this place; I am only following orders," he said apologetically.

"Plead with him," Ivy still insisted on staying.

"Miss, please this way," he was fed up.

"Please, can I…," she sighed, "never mind." She had to accept the fact that she was now a beggar, all thanks to Dave.

They were almost at the entrance before a man appeared. The man's presence halted Ivy's movement as she was forced to take a good look at the figure that made her stop in her tracks. He was dressed in a designer suit; his elegance was on a whole different level compared to other men she had seen before. It had the capability to leave every woman stunned and captivated at his presence that matched the description of a powerful king.

"Why is she still here? I thought I made it clear I wanted her gone before I return," his monotonous voice resounded through the place and brought Ivy back to the present.

"I'm sorry, sir, she…," the butler was about to explain before Ivy cut him off.

"Hi, I am Ivy Hale; it's a pleasure to meet you," she brought out her hand for a handshake. The charming king ignored her like she didn't even exist.

"Xavier, escort her out," he ordered and went inside.

"Yes, Sir. Miss, please leave; don't make me use extreme means; it will be better if you go now. He has a temper," the butler explained while showing her the door.

Ivy's mind was conflicted; she had other reasons why she wanted to talk to him, but he was not a nice guy. Not nice one bit. He didn't even let her thank him. She sighed then took one step towards the door in defeat. She stopped, then closed her eyes, hesitated to take another step but finally did. She was only one step away before she turned around and suddenly ran back inside, leaving the butler stunned.

She followed the direction of the rude man, his bedroom was wide open as he was speaking to someone through the phone. Ivy hid behind the door, listening to the conversation.

"I'm busy, don't have time for chit-chat,"

The caller from the other end said. "So you can't even attend the family dinner. Did we offend you?"

"No," he replied as he was taking off his tie.

"Or is it because I told you to never return home without a wife?" the caller asked.

'A wife.' Ivy took down everything.

The rude man sighed, "yes."

"So you haven't found one?" the caller asked, displeased.

"Here we go again with me needing a wife."

'Need a wife.' She frowned.

"Son, you have to get married, you are getting old. Do you want me to die before I see my grandchildren?" he sounded like a weak old man.

"You have an elder son; give up on me," he replied.

"Zack,"

'So that's his name.' Ivy was still listening.

"What's your problem with women?"

"I'll hang up now," he said, ready to end the call.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait. Fine, if you don't want to get married, don't call me father anymore," the caller said.

"Are you disowning me?" Zack frowned.

"Yes," the caller hung up.

Zack tossed his phone on the bed, not fazed by his father's words. He was about to unbutton his shirt before an uninvited guest appeared from nowhere.

"Please let me spend the night."

"Why are you still here, GET OUT!"

"So rude." She didn't say that out loud. "Please."

"Do you want me to call security?" He sounded serious, as he picked his phone.

"No, please, I am homeless. Please let me stay a little, please."

"You have no shame, do you?" He said in contempt.

"Yes, you are right, I don't, I don't, okay, please, you have no idea what I've been through," she said with teary eyes.

"Your problem," he replied as he attempted to shut the door behind her.

Ivy wasn't letting go; she held the door with all her might, Zack let go, and she fell but stood up immediately.

"Pl…"

"Go away," Zack refused to let her speak before he cut her off.

Then it struck her; she wondered where this boldness was coming from, but she was thankful she had it; if not, she wouldn't be able to move on.

"I heard you are looking for a wife over the phone. Let's get married," she proposed.