alone want me to be with your son. All these months, I’ve been nothing but nice to you, yet you still give me the cold shoulder. There's no way we could co-exist.” Jade sighs deeply at her confession. She thinks back to the trip to Paris with her fiancé. It was the first time she went outside of the United States and the first time he said the infamous three words to her. At that moment, the world around them seemingly disappeared and they were the only ones on Earth. Jade has never loved anyone before, so she’s never had to deal with the agony of letting them go. So why start now? “But you made me realize something, Carol. I don’t care what you think anymore.” Jade lets out a breathy laugh at her realization. “I love your son and I want to spend the rest of my life with him. He’s sweet, and funny and the nicest person I’ve ever met. And the best part is, he doesn’t see me for my economic status. So, whether you like me or not, I’m going to marry your son tomorrow. Not because you think I’m a freeloader or shallow, but because we love each other.” Jade adjusts the bag strap on her shoulder, the weight of her bag seems lighter as she finishes her rant. She’s surprised that Carol hasn’t interrupted her yet as she continues, “Despite your negative feelings towards me, I hope to see you tomorrow at the wedding. If not for yourself, then for your son’s happiness.” The door handle feels cold in her hand as she goes to twist it open, yet she removes her hand again for a different reason. Jade turns around and heads towards the direction she originally came from. “And where do you think you’re going?” Jade looks over her shoulder to look at Carol before saying, “I’m going to use the front door.”
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