BOUND BY A FORBIDDEN NIGHT
Rich patients were always so dramatic.
"I need your help, dear," Doris requested, her eyes suddenly turning wide and pleading. "I want you to do something for me. I want you to get married to my son."
"What?!" Celine screamed, the professionalism vanishing from her face as if a bomb had just dropped in the room. "Marry your son? Excellent joke, ma'am, but I don't even know him."
"Please, my dear," Doris pleaded, tears welling in her old eyes. "Although we are not on good terms right now, I know talent when I see it. I see you as the absolute right fit for him. You have the strength my boy needs."