Laura sat in the spacious living room, her hands on her lap, clutching themselves miserably, as she waited for George.
Not even the tight jeans she'd forced herself into could assure her that plans wouldn't go wrong.
“Where is she?” She heard George call, coming from deep within the house, and she adjusted herself, pushing out a single gust of air from her mouth quickly.
When he saw her, his expression relaxed into a beautiful smile, before he went ahead to sit before her.
“So, you wanted to see me?” He replied, with a sigh of satisfaction as he settled into the sofa.
“Yes.” Laura replied, staring at her fingers washed white from squeezing them too hard.
“I'm pleased. Why is that?” George leaned back in his sofa, crossing his legs.
“I was doing some rethinking.” She replied, st
