As usual, the alarm went off well before she was ready to wake. Mumbling something, Christine rolled over and tried to smack the top of it, not bothering to open her eyes and see the snooze button. It was no use. The infuriating beeping continued until she flung herself from the bed and into the shower. The hot water made her feel a little better, even as she bemoaned her dark, tangled hair. Only as she stepped onto the bathmat did she remember that she was meeting her fiancé for lunch.
Fiancé! As she toweled herself dry in the tiny bathroom, she glanced eagerly down at her hand. The diamond still sparkled as brightly as ever. Of course, it had been six months ago that he had asked her, but she still got a thrill every time she thought about it. Six months…and seven months more till the wedding. They had agreed to wait until June, until the school year had wrapped up.
A fiancé—a wedding! She was going to be someone’s wife!
She was in a much better mood by the time she got dressed in a sapphire sweater and a black pencil skirt, having applied make-up and pinned up her hair as carefully as if she were about to go on a first date, rather than another day in her sunny French classroom and a casual lunch in town.
Lunch, it turned out, could not come soon enough. Cheerful as Christine was, everyone had their limits, especially around hormonal teenaged high school students. As soon as the eleven-thirty bell rang, her phone was in one hand and her purse in the other. She dialed his number and put the phone to her ear, balancing it precariously against her shoulder as she locked the classroom up. She wanted to be there as soon as possible, to spend every moment with him she could…