Chapter 93

Zevara’s POV

“Yes,” I said firmly. “I will marry you, Talon Creed.”

I didn’t intend to say that. I didn’t agree to this marriage with Talon Creed.

No!

I’m just eighteen for crying out loud, and still in my first year in college. Asides the fact that the timing is wrong, all my life, I have never thought of marriage, craved it or even added it in my plans. I have not even imagined myself as being someone’s wife—let alone being the wife of such an influential prince. Not even in a thousand years had i imagined that the man who loves me would actually thought of getting married to me.

But the ambience of the restaurant, the people chanting, the smiling waitress who brought the red velvet cake with that haunting inscription “will you marry me?” and probably wished she was the one in my shs, the saxophonist who is playing the love song with everything inside him, the whispers of people reminding me of how lucky I am, the cameras of over a hundred of p