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bag.
    “ Thank you,
Emily.”
    “ You’re welcome.”
    “ Hope to see you Saturday,”
she said, standing at the door.
    “ Maybe you will.”
     

Chapter 7
     
     
    You are responsible for your own
happiness.
    Those words that Audrey said earlier
resonated deeply within Emily because they were simply true. Since
Melvin passed, Emily found many reasons, excuses and opportunities
to be unhappy. For a long time, rain made her feel sadness. Made
her think of him. Even sports programs brought tears to her eyes
since she used to watch football with Melvin.
    The only time she could remember having a
little slice of happiness since Melvin was when she chatted online
with Armand. After talking with Melanie and now, Audrey, she was
sure that breaking things off with Melvin had to have been a
mistake.
    At her computer again, she saw the email
indicator alert on her GHC home page. She hadn’t thought much of
it, because she was always getting emails from GHC marketing about
events and seminars. Anyway, she clicked on the inbox to open it
saw something she hadn’t expected – an email from Armand. Right
away, she clicked on it to open it. Then she read:
    Call me. 555-3429
    Emily’s heart pounded against her chest like
bucket drums being hand-played on New York City streets. Armand
wanted her to call him and she couldn’t believe it. He’d been
adamant against speaking with her on the phone and now, he was
offering up his number like a sacrifice. Maybe he realized he
didn’t want to lose her.
    She took her cell phone from her pocket,
dialed the number Armand had emailed to her and paused before
pressing send, instantly feeling her nerves get the best of her.
What if talking to him on the phone wasn’t as easy as talking to
him on instant messenger? She hadn’t thought of that. And to add to
the stress, yesterday was the first time in three months that she
hadn’t had any communication with Armand.
    Emily sighed. Then, drawing in a deep
breath, she pressed send and braced herself.
     
     
    Dante had been sitting at his desk when a
call came through on his cell. He knew it was Emily because only
his immediate family had access to this number and their numbers
were already pre-programmed into his phone. This number wasn’t, so
it had to be her.
    “ Hello,” he
answered.
    “ Hi, is this...Armand?”
Emily asked with caution, butterflies swirling like a tornado in
her stomach.
    “ Yes it is. Is this my
Emily?”
    My Emily. A big smile came to Emily’s face. “Yes, this is
Emily.”
    “ You have a beautiful voice,
Emily. Makes me wonder why I’ve waited so long to give you my
number.”
    Emily smiled because she couldn’t find
words. Talking to Armand over the phone wasn’t going to be as easy
as she thought it might be. Behind the computer, words flowed
easily. On the phone, it was a different story. It almost felt as
if Armand was a stranger and not the man she’d gotten to know for
three months.
    “ You there?” he
asked.
    “ Yes. I’m here.”
    Dante stood up from his desk and walked over
near the windows. He kept in mind that he had to alter his voice so
she wouldn’t pick up on it. He had to be in full ‘Armand’ mode. “So
I know you were pretty upset with me the last time we chatted.”
    “ It was more like I was
having a hard time understanding you.”
    “ What don’t you
understand?”
    “ I don’t get how you can
want to marry me when we haven’t met.”
    “ Because we have met, albeit
by unconventional means, but we’ve gotten acquainted. I actually
think we know each other on a higher level than if we’d met
face-to-face in my opinion. We’ve invested three months into this
and I do not wish to throw that away, Emily.”
    “ So where do we go from
here?”
    “ I’m hoping we go to
Pleasure Island this weekend so I can finally make you
mine.”
    Emily felt her stomach flutter. Armand was
serious and she needed to make up her mind fast. The decision was
simple – be happy and marry