The Spring She Grew Into
"Sean, I've made up my mind, I'm going to marry you!"
Janice Douglas played with her left hand's fingertips absentmindedly, her eyes locked on the swinging door of the nearby private room.
On the other end of the call, the man let out a low chuckle, warm yet laced with a cool, worldly detachment.
"Ms. Douglas, are you sure about this? Marrying into our families is a one-way street, no U-turns."
"I'm sure!" Janice did not even pause before she shot back, her voice slicing through any second thoughts.
"Fine, I'll be back in ten days. Pick me up at the airport, and we'll head straight to make it official."