( Eugene doesn’t know what to say, her words repeating over and over in his mind. He couldn't be happier. All those questions that arose at the time he was rejected -well, his proposal was rejected- now non-existent or already answered. All pride thrown overboard at the moment when tears threaten to escape. Happy and loving tears, but tears after all. He says nothing as he laughs at how he is reacting, leaning forward to rest his forehead against hers. The hand with the ring caressing her forearm. )

Let’s celebrate it as many times as you wish. We may not be married yet, but I’m all yours. I will do anything in my power to make you happy... And, to be honest, two weddings sounds pretty cool. How many people can say they married the same person twice?