You promised not to give her out, for a bottle of champagne, at the age of twenty.

You discussed about this when she was eighteen, her intention of getting married between twenty five and twenty six, nothing less.

You know her too well. She's been more of everything you had on earth after the departure of her beloved mother, when she was four.

She only mattered to you, since then. So you'd build an armour around her heart to keep to this promise, and your word still holds, never to fail her.

You were shocked to hear her change her mind, after the day she came home drunk, from a friend's birthday party.

She showed you her middle finger. A shiny pearl that must have cost a lot, then she rings a bell about his proposal.

You were dumbfounded. It's not even April, to assume it a prank. You know her to be certain with her words, and whatever that might have altered...