SLAP
Lexie glared at Zheme as he shrugged on his jacket, hand slowly twisting the door knob as he looked back at her. "I'm ready."
That wasn't what Lexie wanted to hear, but unfortunately for her, those words were what left the cunning fool's lips. "How could you?" She asked, voice strong with malice. "You said you weren't gonna go."
Zheme sighed for the hundredth time, hand disregarding the knob to drop lifelessly by his side. "I wasn't gonna go, but it's different now since dad called."
"Why is it different?"
"He said he had something important to talk about, maybe he wants to find out if you're ready for marriage."
Marriage?
That man must be a bigger fool than Zheme.
"Well in that case, I am not, tell him that."
Zheme's face twisted in a frown, back resting against the door. "Last night you said you were going to be mine forever, if that's the case, why not get married?"
"Last night I was talking gibberish."