Norris Moore sat alone on the sofa, unable to contain her glee at the thought.
*
The morning sun was lovely.
Norris had a rare good night's sleep.
Barefoot, she got out of bed, took a shower, then went downstairs in her bathrobe, carrying Sam in her arm.
On the crystal coffee table in the living room, there was a single carnation, probably freshly picked, very fresh, left by the hourly cleaner. Norris walked over, picked up the carnation to smell it, then set Sam on the sofa and took out her phone to order delivery.
Coming across the news of Trenton Smith's upcoming engagement was purely by chance.
As she sat on the couch devouring ramen from a takeout box, her hand accidentally hit the remote on the cushion, and the first piece of news that popped up on the TV screen was about Trenton Smith's engagement ceremony to Aria Lulu next month.
The man had finally compromised.
