Dates Aren't Going To Plan Themselves

"Then what happened?" Clarisse asked.

Sophia explained, "Apparently…" 

"Apparently, his virtue was injured."

"His virtue?" Clarisse asked confusedly.

She looked at Sophia.

"Oh," she said, her voice lowered.

"Oh," she said once more, this time louder. 

"How?" She asked. 

"Someone kicked him in the cojones," Sophia said in one go. 

She studied Clarisse's reaction to her words.

Clarisse began to piece things together, "And by someone…"

She let out a small gasp. 

"Wait, you--"

"How's Nicholas going to feel?" She asked. 

Sophia shot her a look of reassurance.

"Oh my goodness."

"If I've never told you how much I love you, I'm telling you now, I love you," Clarisse said to Sophia. 

She wasn't the slightest bit ready. 

She'd tried objecting and protesting the arranged marriage, to no avail. 

This gave her a moment to breathe.