She wants to do this right, Merlin, dorky as it seems. Her thumb runs over his fingers and she leans her head on the door, sighing slightly before laughing a bit.

"And us, yeah> definitely us." Hell to pay, and all that. "It was a martini. More olives than alcohol. I don't want to be wobbling too much when I walk down the aisle. Though, you want to know a secret?"

She pauses and then whispers mock conspiratorially. "I'm hiding my shoes in my dressing room. Tell no one." Charlie plus heels times gravity equals loads of falling. She can't handle heels.