At Lancaster Ancestral Mansion
It was barely past breakfast, and Vernice was already pacing back and forth in her room. She chewed on her lower lip, glancing now and then at her phone, as if expecting someone to call her and tell her what to do. But no one would. This was her decision.
"We should marry now," she whispered under her breath for the fifth time, stopping in the middle of the room. Her brows were drawn together, and she hugged her arms around herself.
'What if he backs out of the surgery again? What if something happens and they miss this chance?' Her heart ached at the thought. She didn't want to pressure him, but she also knew Rock too well. He was stubborn, selfless and terrified. He'd keep delaying his surgery unless she gave him a reason not to.
"This is crazy," she whispered to herself, then pressed her palm over her chest. "But if I wait, he'll find a way to delay it again. He needs this… we need this."
