[Warren slowly gets down on one knee, and holds up a ring box to Dolly.]
WARREN Dolly Doherty, Queen of my heart. I want to walk through this life at your side. Will you do me the honour of marrying me?
DOLLY [breathlessly]Warren, I couldn’t dream of anything more wonderful.
[Warren slides the ring onto Dolly’s finger, stands up slowly, and they kiss. This time, she dips him.]
Scene:Close out Proposals episode
Location:Men’s dormitory
[Cut back to Karina and Lucas in the studio.]
KARINA Wow! What an incredible set of proposals. That leaves us with five engaged couples, our Blissfuls: Dolly and Warren, Carys and Patrick, Bridget and Jackson, Whit and Malachi, and Lina and Zack.
LUCAS An incredible season so far, I think. Unfortunately, we’ll be saying goodbye to the rest of our contestants – for now!
KARINA Our five couples will now head to beautiful Corfu, on a honeymoon like no other.
LUCAS That’s for sure – because they’ll all be sharing one villa! This is the chance for our couples to spend time together in person with the support of the friendships they built in the warehouse.
KARINA And allows them to see how their partner shows up for their friends, in social situations, and in shared living. Are they a giver?
LUCAS Haha, I hope so!
Chapter SeventeenCarys
Whit Vempati, 29, Manchester, and Malachi Campbell, 29, Liverpool
[Malachi and Whit sit on a sun lounger together.]
WHIT Hello, fiancé.
MALACHI Hello, fiancée.
WHIT You know, every time I see that written down, I think the word is finance. And I keep half-calling you ‘my finance’.
MALACHI [laughs]You can call me your finance if you’d like.
WHIT Financier. What’s one of those? That sounds even posher.
MALACHI Isn’t that a little biscuit thing? Didn’t they make them onBake Off?
[They look to camera.]
PRODUCER Erm, yeah, it’s a French almond cake.
WHIT AND MALACHI [together in bad French accents] We’re financiers!
‘God, you’d think they’d at least spring for a hotel room for us to get changed in,’ Bridget moans. ‘What’s the budget for this show, three quid?’
It’s pretty impressive that with only the poor lighting of this restaurant’s bathroom, Bridget manages to expertly apply false eyelashes. She doesn’t even break her flow of chat. If I try to talk while doing anything around my eyes, I will absolutely poke one of them out.
As if on cue, I dink myself in the eye with my eye liner from justthinkingabout talking. ‘Shit,’ I moan, dabbing at the black ink leaking off the front of my eyeball. I look a little possessed. I groan and cap my cursed pen in frustration. ‘You’d think having to do my eyes every day for the last week I’d have got better at it.’
Bridget looms next to me, her eyes wide and owlish. If she was an owl wearing just one false eyelash, that is. ‘Those cat eyes are going to have to be sisters, not twins, babe.’
My senses flood with the smell of her perfume, makeup, clothes, hair, everything all at once. I love Bridget but she’s a very scenty person.
