Seventy-Two: We’re Getting Married!

ELIANA.

“So when are you going to tell everyone?” Denver asked me as we walked down the stairs the next morning. My eyes remained fixed on my adorned finger before I looked at him.

“I’m sorry what?” I blushed. Denver rolled his eyes to the back. “At this point, you better get married to the ring” He teased under his breath and I chuckled softly. “Don’t give me ideas” I whispered, brushing into his shoulders. “But it really is beautiful, I’ll give you that.”

A smile took charge of his lips just as we came to a halt right in front of the Pack kitchen and he looked at me. It was well into the morning on the next day and I was pretty sure I heard voices, Thelma’s especially. I met Denver’s eyes.

“I asked, when do you want to tell everybody?” He finally repeated. I just shrugged, biting into my lips. “Maybe later in the evening, I don’t know” I replied which was a big lie by the way because as soon as the doors parted and I stepped right into the kitchen, the words escaped my lips.

“We’re