Vyers sniffed once and lifted his head, the overdramatic tears that still remained in his eyes slowly starting to dry. "Truly...?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper. But even as he asked, he could feel his doubts slipping away. After all, how could he not believe Gwen? Her voice alone could ease the greatest of fears within him. And those eyes, those beautiful eyes! It was like he was seeing her for the first time.

He snatched her hands up in his own, his gaze never leaving her face. "I shall make this up to you," he announced, having already made up his mind. "I swear to make this the most wonderful night you have ever had."