"Ah--" A croaked sound came out of her throat at the sight of Drake down on one knee, and Carys put her hands to her head, completely---just----he was proposing, Drake was proposing, as in he had a wring and actually suggested she marry him and holy shit this was the weirdest and best night of her life, "Yeah, I mean--yeah, yes, yeah!"
There wasn't really much to think about, was there? Drake was the person who'd helped her recover from what could have been a career-ending injury. He'd been the one to push her like no one had before, and he'd stuck around even after she got the seal of good health. Carys could never put into words how much she depended on his support, and would probably have been knocked down to second rung-Chaser if she'd let her spiral of depression get the best of her this summer. She'd been going nowhere and when she was with Drake she could see a future.
Carys nodded to emphasize her acceptance, jumping in place as she stuck out her hand. Part of her wanted to keep this moment frozen in time, just amazed that even with this banquet hall full of people, it felt like it was just her and Drake. She hadn't heard a camera bulb flash, she didn't hear whispers or shouts, no one was paying attention to the most wonderful thing to ever happen to her and it was brilliant.
She could stay like this forever, but then the ring was on her finger. It was dazzling, but even more so was the fact that Drake had picked it out for her and wanted her to wear it. She'd never felt so sure about anything, and Carys captured him in a kiss the second began to stand up. Her arms clung around his neck, her feet pulling off the ground because she just did not want to let him go. Carys grinned against his mouth,
"My place or yours?" she asked with a laugh, kissing him again.
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