"...Paul."
"Of course! Of course it's Paul. The cute one always gets chosen!" John whined. He was so dramatic that the others had to drag him out of the room, leaving Paul and I alone.
"You made a good choice, love." He winked.
He was getting closer. "From now on, you are my princess. And as my princess, I shall do everything in my power to make you happy." He pressed my hand to his lips, softly kissing it. Well, he said I was his princess. I'm already being treated like it.
"Now, I'm sure that necklace will look stunning on you..."