Her happiness was short-lived.
Grandma, her softest spot in the world, lay frail in bed. Her voice was weak, but her eyes sparkled.
"Rose… my last wish," she whispered, "is to see my beloved granddaughter married. Don't worry… I've already found someone for you. His name is Vian."
Rose froze. "Grandma… I… I can't—"
"Shh… trust me. He's patient, kind… calm. Perfect for you."
Rose's heart raced. Perfect for me? He doesn't know my temper… my phobia… me.