Rock stared at the building again, then turned to look at her. "You really went this far?" he asked quietly.
Vernice nodded, biting her lip. "I had to. You were dragging your feet. I know you, Rock. You'd keep delaying the surgery until it's too late. So if getting married today helps you finally take care of yourself, then I'm doing it."
Her tone left no room for argument. Rock blinked, unsure if he should laugh or panic, but the conviction in her eyes made it clear: she wasn't backing down.
"Alright, let's do it," Rock finally said, his voice steady.
Vernice's eyes lit up, and without a word, she threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly. Relief and joy poured out of her in that single embrace.
"Thank you," she whispered against his chest, holding on like she never wanted to let go. "I thought you were going to resist. You always make things difficult when it's about your surgery."
