A Care in the World
Rose plopped down on the patio chair on the front porch next to Cal. "You know, everyone told me that life isnít fair and nobodyís perfect. But they havenít met us."
Cal laughed. "You really think so?" After a month, the family was settled in the summerhouse. Rose and Cal were now lounging in the front yard while Jayvelin and Jacob played among the flowerbeds spread out in front of them.
"Cal, I know you said you wouldnít want to live in the country all the time, but even a city-slicker like you could get used to a place like this. And we donít have to live here all the time. Once we get a plan going, we could--"
He silenced her. "No. Itís perfect right here. And you know why?"
"Because Iím so wonderful?"
"Heh. Yep, thatís about right. In fact, youíre so wonderful that I couldnít imagine spending a single moment apart from you." From his pocket he extracted a dark velvet box. Rose gasped even before he opened it to reveal a sparkling, delicate diamond ring.
"Rose DeWitt Bukater, will you be my wife?"
"Yes!" She threw her arms around him, and he breathed in the smell of her almond-scented hair and the lingering aroma of flowers clinging to her with the happiness and delight of someone without a single care in the world.
After a few months, the wedding date was set and plans for the small, intimate ceremony had begun to be woven. Rose was up to her waist in sample bouquets when a knock was heard at her front door. She held a few lilies up to Jayvelinís nose. "Does that smell pretty?"
The little girl nodded her yes.
"Miss Rose," the butler called from the entryway. "Thereís a caller for you."
Still smiling, she went to see who it was. When she saw the person standing next to the butler, Rose screamed.