(Kennedy's POV)

Jerry stared at me, his mouth agape, as his fingers still clung to a roll of bandages. I leaned back on the couch, letting the astonishment sink into his system.

"We'll be married," I repeated, tugging the corner of my lip up in a smirk.

Jerry blinked several times rapidly as he adjusted his glasses, "Married?! Did she-she agree to that? Alina?!”

"She didn't say no," I said, leaning forward now, my elbows on my knees. "I asked her, and she said yes."

Jerry snorted, shaking his head as he sat down on the stool beside me. "I don't know whether to congratulate you or tell her to...