Daniel kissed her back through her tears; happy tears, nothing more. Holding her tightly in his arms he was practically squeezing her, not wanting to let go. She had just said yes. She had agreed to marry him, and he was bursting with happines and pride. He was going to marry Daphne Wexley. Daphne Wexley! Of all he people in the world he had managed to bag the woman of his dreams.
"You have just made me the happiest man alive," he told her, laughing and trying not to cry. His words, however used elsewhere, were completely true as he gazed at her.