Page 66 of Angels Don’t Date

It was so full, so happy.

I met the Scholar’s eyes, and his smile and nod of approval made it overfull. Was I going to cry? Blood tears? With this dress? Not a chance.

I grabbed a sushi roll and ate half of it before dividing it between the kitties.

“They love you,” Richard whispered in my ear.

“That’s what they’re telling you? Not that they love sushi?”

He kissed my hair. “They love you more than sushi. How could they help it? I love you so much, Katriana. I wake up in the middle of the night panicked because I’m so happy and I never deserved happiness. It’s terrible to see so much injustice in the world as such an undeserving wretch as me being so happy.”

I snorted and kissed Tiger’s cute orange striped face. “I suppose you’ll have to work hard to deserve it, then. I’m so happy. But we really do need somewhere else to put your pans. I tried to take a shower this morning and almost died from stepping into one.”

“And your dresses almost suffocated me when a dozen fell on my head when I opened my weapons closet. Not that I mind being suffocated by ball gowns, but cramming them in with weapons can’t be good for them. I think we’ll need to build a house with expandable infinite closets.”

I smiled at him and he smiled back. “I love you.”

He bumped my nose with his. “I love you. Forever. Happy Birthday, Princess.”

The End