Promises
Being a Spaulding again was something I swore I'd never do. But here I am- trapped in this mess of a family once again. Harley Cooper, prisoner of the Spauldings, so it seems. I wanna get out of here. But how? How, when I'm in love with Gus? At least, I think I'm in love with Gus. No! I've got to stop second-guessing myself. I LOVE GUS! And don't try to tell me otherwise, because it ain't gonna work. I made my choice, and I don't break promises. Harley Cooper does NOT break promises. And that's exactly what this ring on my finger symbolizes. A promise. A promise to love, honor and cherish, till death do us part. A promise I've made three times before Gus. A promise that all my ex-husbands have broken. And that's why I can't; that's why I never will- EVER.