As Kimberly sat in one of the booths at the Bistro diner, her eyes distractedly staring at the busy sidewalk strumming with a traffic of humans hurrying with a single purpose of the vicious circle of clocking in before 9, she wondered once and again if she was making the right decision.
The decision of marrying Nicholas Vice.
The man and his silly proposal has been the main object of deliberate and calculative thinking for the past couple of days.
She had thought about it long and hard, and while she was convinced there might be no other way, the apprehensive kick in her stomach wasn't abating.
Her eyes darted towards the door whenever it opened and a customer walked in. That was the sixth person since she walked in, but there was still no sign of him.
Maybe that was a sign itself, she mused.
