Dudley followed Romy out onto the balcony, looking out at the view and smiling widely. It was completely gorgeous. "God, Romy. This is amazing, isn't it? It's stunning."
He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her neck, and then reached into his pocket, feeling the little box he'd been keeping with him since they left London. Asking Romy's dad for her hand in marriage had be the scariest thing ever. Walden had grilled him to make sure he was never going to hurt her. Made him promise to sign a hypothetical pre-nup so he didn't get any of her inheritance. Made him hold his breath and hop on one foot until Walden was tired of torturing him, and then made him eat a tablespoon of horseradish. Rabastan had come in and stopped the torture after that, but Dudley felt like he'd been prepared for this. Walden had trained him for it.
He smiled down at Romy, leading her to a place on the platform that with a little more breathing room. "Romy, can you hold my gloves for a minute?" he asked, pulling them off and handing them to her. "I want to get a quarter out of my pocket so you can use the viewfinder."
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