You and Charles were in love, so in love, it was this crazy, passionate, obsessive thing, you were possessive of each other, completely obsessed with each other, you loved him madly and crazy, and he did too with you. You'd always wanted to get married, but Charles had never mentioned it and you weren't taking any chances to talk about something that he wasn’t ready.

Now you were sitting at the dinner table at Pascale's house, Charles' mother, talking about Charles' older brother's engagement.

"What about you two?" Pascale asked and Charles blushed in embarrassment.

"If you give me permission and let me marry him, I will do it now." you said boldly.