“Caroline Wallace, I’ve loved you as long as I can remember and I’ll love you as long as I live. Say you’ll marry me. And do it now, for I fear I hear your father coming.”
I nod my answer, and he repeats the offense once more, which leaves a great thrumming in my ears and my pulse pounding. He only leaves off when the door opens. We turn to find both Mama and Papa standing within it. Mama claps her hands together and presses them to her chest.
“At last!” she cries. “God in Heaven be praised! At long last!”
I could not have said it better myself.