India looks at Stone's face, "You heard me. I'm not repeating that."
Then he replies, "You're right. I did hear you. You said you would stay with me. So, you can't change your mind."
India glances down while listening to him as she gently shuffles the sand under her feet, saying quietly. "Don't worry when I give my word to someone. I mean what I say."
Stone smiles admiringly at this young lady, unlike any girl he has ever encountered. In fascination, he watches her oval-shaped face and her soft and elegant side profile. India could feel his eyes on her, peering into her soul. But she refused to look in his direction. Instead, she gazed up at the silver ribbons of moonlight that reflected off the dark navy-blue water that danced with the tide's motion. India stood up with the bottle
