Master of the Opera, Act 4: Dark Interlude
“Once they were well away from eavesdroppers, she screwed up her courage to tell him the truth. He looked so happy, she hated to do it, but she reminded herself that he’d created this situation. You don’t ask important, life-altering questions when the other person can’t say no.
“If you like,” Roman was saying, “we’ll get married in this gazebo. My cousin did and the pictures turned out great.”
“Roman, I can’t marry you.”
She blurted it out loud and fast enough that he actually jerked in shock.
“But you already said yes.”
“No, I didn’t!” She laughed and threw up her hands, feeling an edge of hysteria. “You didn’t give me a chance to answer.”
“Because it never occurred to me you’d say no.” He looked genuinely confounded. It clearly really hadn’t been a possibility in his mind, and Christy felt bad about that. How many girls would be giddy over marrying him?
“I’m sorry,” she offered. It sounded weak, even to her.
“But we always said we’d get married.
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