She had run through so many scenarios in her head...
'Will I have to serve them tea when I meet them?'
'I should remember to help clear the table after dinner, otherwise they'll say I'm a lazy daughter-in-law.'
'What if his mother asks me to stay the night?'
She had even, ridiculously, worried, 'What if they demand I give them a bouncing baby boy?'
'I'm so weak; there's no way I could have a bouncing baby boy!'
She had considered so many possibilities, but not a single one matched her current situation.
'Adrian Quincy, you promised you'd handle everything.'
'So what is this supposed to be?'
'Claire Sinclair, how can you still be so naive?'
Her heart shattered in an instant, beyond any hope of repair.
'That's right. I'm so weak, so incompetent, so useless, with not a single redeeming quality. On what grounds do I deserve to be with the highly acclaimed Adrian Quincy?'
'Claire Sinclair, the dream is over. It's time to wake up.'
