Ivy grabs Jacob’s hand in her sleep. After a few minutes, she lets out a cute little high pitched moan and arches her back. “Alright I’m up,” she says groggily, lifting her head up to look at him. “Who got hurt this time?” She says wearily, plopping her head back down on her pillow. 

Winter chuckles, then takes his hand. “Sorry, Love. I know you’d beat him in a heartbeat, but that’s not how it works here. If you, and I’m sure everyone here will object, then I have the option not to marry him.” She gives him a small smile, then blanches, cursing. She looks around for security cameras. She chews her lip and takes both of his hands in hers. “Please don’t take it personally if you don’t get invited. That would be my mother’s work. You’d think since she disowned me she couldn’t care less about if I marry or who I marry.” She looks pointedly at a nearby camera. “But no.”