Grace was sure of two things that she was the luckiest girl in the world and that she had to be dreaming. This was huge- all the effort and everything he'd gone to... she was luckier than a leprechaun. But was wasn't right about this being a dream because she pinched herself and she was still there with Dallas in front of her telling her she was beautiful. All she could do for a moment was blush and giggle, eyes sparkling. "Dallas" She repeated looking down at him- was she meant to fall to her knees and kiss him or something? because that's kind of what she did. She dropped to her knees in a graceful fashion and lent in kissing the corner of his mouth- she didn't ant to be upfront and rape him with kisses. "I can't believe you did this for me" She whispered- part of her was sure she didn't deserve this.