“Um…I got paid a lot; I don’t know the amount exactly.” I really don’t remember my bank account sort of grew a lot in that year.

“Would you ever do another ad?” her aunt hitting the person who said it in the back of the head. “Oww, what I can’t ask?”

“Uh no, I don’t think I’ll ever another ad. There have been offers I’m just not interested.” she nods her head, stopping when she looks behind me.

Turning I see Carmen in a simple white sundress, her hair half up. My heat pounding my chest and I can’t breathe.

“Chane I need to speak to you again.” her mom asking a stern unquestioning voice.

I can’t even form words, well not anything I can say in front of her family. Standing up, my foot caught on the stupid bench, walking by her trying to not stop and kiss her. Fuck she is hot; I wonder how fast I can take that dress off? She smiles, and my pulse races my hands are getting sweaty and I can’t stop looking at her lips.

“You said that you’ll do anything to prove to me that you still love her.” she says it before I even step into the house, what the fuck do I have to do?

“…” that cold skeletal hand gripping my body, and I can’t respond so I just shake my head yes.

“The only way I am allowing Carmen to stay with you is if you two get married.” fuck that was a hard blow, all air escaping my lungs, her eyes burning into my back. “Today.”

I can’t believe this…its way too fucked up. Shit I’m dreaming I’m asleep in my bed in my apartment in New York. What ever I took last night is one of the best drugs I have ever taken, shit this can’t be happening.

“I don’t have a ring.” why the fuck did I say that?

“you can buy her one tomorrow.” makes sense, I still can’t breath.

“I have nothing to wear.” that’s why she changed into a white dress…is this her idea?

“You can wear that.” she points to what I have on, I still can’t breath.

Turning to look at her, to see if this really happening. Her eyes innocent, a watery brown and I am lost. She just shrugs her shoulders, mouthing something; all I know is that I can breath. I love her more than anything.

“Do you want to marry me?” a whisper that I can barley hear, that just makes it from my lips.

“I love you.” she say’s it so clear so…I think I’m going to pass out. Why aren’t they chasing me with fucking pitch forks and torches?