57. Meg / Byron
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MEG / BYRON
M eg: You sneaky bastard.
Byron: Is that my siren calling?
Meg: Buttering up my mom while I was seasicking.
Byron: I don’t think seasicking is a word.
Meg: It is now.
Byron: And so it shall be.
Meg: Are you still on the boat?
Byron: No, it was too lonely without you. So, I sneaked back to Belmont Manor like a thief in the night.
Meg: Are you ready for the meeting with Roman in the morning.
Byron: I’ll pretend not to get anxious while you’re stalling.
Meg: Stalling? What on earth are you talking about?
Byron: Fine, I’ll play. I’m more than ready to present Roman with the proposal…with you by my side.
Meg: Speaking of proposals. What are you doing right now?
Byron: Putting your picture frames back on your desk. Nelson packed them up, but for some mysterious reason, he never had anyone pick up the box and take it to you.
Meg: Nelson is a visionary.
Byron: You were saying…
Meg: Oh, about the proposal?
Byron: Yes, Megan.
Meg: Don’t call me Megan. When you say it, it makes me hot and derails my thoughts.
Byron: You know, I will just get in my car, GPS your address and find a boombox somewhere to serenade outside your house.
Meg: Great, and wake everyone up? This is a working-class neighborhood. They’ll have your head on a stick before dawn.
Byron: Then let’s get back to the reason you’re texting and let everyone enjoy their sleep.
Meg: So, are you sitting down?
Byron: No, I’m standing up, arranging the frames on your desk.
Meg: I think you already know what I’m going to say.
Byron: But yet, here I am, shaking in my boots.
Meg: Byron…
Byron: Yes, Megan…
Meg: I would love to marry you.
Byron: Good lord we could’ve wrapped this chat up in two texts, but no.
Meg: LOL.
Byron: Thank you for saying yes.
Meg: Now I have to go to bed because I can’t feel my limbs for reasons we won’t get into. Suffice to say it was an exhausting weekend on that boat.
Byron : Just don’t tell BB, he’ll have a meltdown and then no one’s getting any sleep.
Meg: I know, he’s a sensitive boy. G’night, Mr. Belmont.
Byron: Goodnight, Miss Belfiore. Sweet dreams.