“I want to show you to my family, Genevieve.”
Her eyes widened and she winced at the brightness of the bulb that blared down at her from the white, spotless ceiling. She wondered if she had heard him wrongly, but when she looked at him and saw the sternness in his eyes, her heart suddenly began to thump. He wasn’t messing around. She stared at him, unable to believe what he had just said even though he had said so firmly.
She scoffed and looked away, her eyes lingering on the white clouds that shimmered with the radiance of the bright, morning sun. She took in a deep breath and then shook her head, “Come on, Preston. You really can’t be serious, can you?” she said, a worried expression clouding her face now, “I don’t know…I don’t just think I am ready for that, Preston.”
Her mind wander
