The next few days passed in a haze of anxiety as we waited for a response from Jane's parents. Despite the cloud hanging over us, Jane and I tried to make the most of our time together, knowing it might be cut short at any moment.
It was during one of our walks in the garden that Jane broached the subject of Luke again.
"So," she said, linking her arm through mine, "have you given any more thought to your dashing suitor?"
I sighed, plucking a flower from a nearby bush. "Jane, with everything that's going on with you, Luke is the last thing on my mind."
She bumped her hip against mine playfully. "Oh, come on. Don't let my drama overshadow your potential romance. Have you at least considered writing to him?"
I twirled the flower between my fingers, considering her words. "I've thought a
