"We need to talk Mariah," I say lightly when she lets me into her office, gently closing the door. She looks up from the files she's perusing. "Finally, we're having this conversation,"
She gives me a knowing smile but I ignore it. "Can we talk alone? Just the both of us?"
"I'm guessing you snuck out of James's sight to be here,"
"A mother knows everything, doesn't she?" I pull out the chair opposite and sit.
"Especially when it comes to my baby,"
"I love James and I wish to marry him. You and I go a long way back and I don't want to do anything without your consent hence my coming to you,"
She sighs, takes off her glasses and stares at me. "We're aware of what's been happening Michael but now I can't help but wish you'd waited a bit longer,"
Mariah takes out a large photo album fro
