The next morning I woke up to the sound of loud, Spanish music. I got out of bed and put on one of my many robes then looked around for Jarron. I then saw him outside pacing around.
"Goodmorning, What are you doing?" I asked.
He looked at me then turned back around, nodding his head to the music. "Jarron." I said. "Would you talk to me?"
"Goodmorning." He said sitting in a chair, "There's breakfast in the kitchen if you're hungry."
"I'm not." I sat in the chair next to him, "Can you please stop being mad at me?"
He looked at me, "Sorry. The love of my life doesn't want to marry me, I guess I'm just a little hurt and shocked."
"I do want to marry you babe." I whined, "I just said not now."
"I don't wanna wait." He said in an annoyed tone. "Morgan we're in love and we're filthy rich
