James' father stood up from the couch, and hurried to me. His eyes were broadened. He moved his lips, but he was unable to say anything. I tightened my fist, gulped, resisting the itch to cry.

"My dear, you want to… get married to my son?" he questioned.

I nodded, wearing a stern look. "Yes. I'm not just accepting the proposal. I want it to be done as soon as possible. If you want it to happen in two days, so be it," I announced.

He gaped. "Two days? Wow, that's great! I don't mind at all. I can—"

"Woah, woah." James walked to us. He held his hand up,...