What happens when Robert meets up with Courtney, and this is what he sees her in?
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Robert stopped in his tracks.
Standing in front of him was Invisigal—Courtney—wearing an elegant white wedding dress complete with lace sleeves, a veil, and a bouquet of red roses. She looked entirely too confident for someone who had apparently decided to ambush him with what looked suspiciously like a wedding.
She stared back with a smug smile.
“…Really?” Robert asked in a tone of pure, deadpan exhaustion.
Courtney placed a hand on her hip.
“You’ve gone from threatening me…”
He gestured vaguely at the dress.
She tilted her head innocently.
“I don’t see the problem.”
“The problem,” Robert replied flatly, “is that you’re dressed like we’re about to get married.”
“We are getting married.”
Courtney pointed at him with the bouquet.
“I don’t remember proposing.”
“…That’s not how that works.”
Robert pinched the bridge of his nose.
“I am ninety-nine percent sure weddings require two people agreeing.”
Courtney smiled with complete confidence.
“I agreed enough for both of us.”
“That’s still one person.”
She stepped closer until she was only a foot away.
“We are getting married tomorrow afternoon.”
Robert sighed the sigh of a man who’d already accepted that reality had stopped making sense the moment he’d met her.
“…Did you reserve a venue?”
“They already received invitations.”
Robert slowly looked toward the sky.
“Is… is anyone going to question this?”
“They’re all taking bets on how long it’ll take before you accidentally say ‘I do.’”
“I also picked out matching rings.”
Robert looked back at her.
“You planned all this before talking to me?”
“I planned it after our third conversation.”
“We argued during our third conversation.”
“You threatened to throw me through a wall.”
“…That explains absolutely nothing.”
Courtney leaned forward with an unmistakably satisfied smile.
“It explains everything.”
Robert was silent for a long moment.
Then he looked at the bouquet.
“I knew you’d like them.”
“…Still not marrying you.”
Courtney simply smiled, completely unbothered.
“We’ll circle back to that.”
Robert sighed again, already walking away.
“I am surrounded by lunatics…”
Courtney happily followed after him, humming the traditional wedding march as if the matter had already been settled.