This chapter's really short. Well, it's two pages. Happy Passover and Good Friday and Easter and Weekend! That sounds weird. But there's no more Lent in two days which means I can eat chips and pretzels and goldfish and all sorts of deliciously unhealthy yummy good food crap.

This chapter's interesting for Sarah. She uh, does some thinking. The next chapter after this one, which I'm posting tonight, is the last one. Hope you enjoy.

I don't own this show. But I'm gonna miss this fic.

Oh, and if you're wondering why Henri uses man a lot, I use it A LOT in talking. Well, when I'm talking with people. It's weird. You go through phases like that. You know? See, for me it was Dirty, Meh, Man, Foracopia...lol

James walked into my room and sat down on the bed next to me. I glared at him.

"James! It is improper for a gentleman to be in a lady's room!" I hissed.

I was not mad at him. I was mad at myself. I wanted to kiss him. Sybil was here, though, and I could never do that do her. James rolled his eyes.

"Sarah, how many times do we have to go over this? I am not and never have been or ever will be, a gentleman!" James argued.

I sighed. What was he playing at? He already had my attention.

"What is your problem?" I snapped, suddenly frustrated.

He frowned at me.

"Sarah, are you crazy or something?" James asked, stunned.

I turned away from him, scowling.

"No, James, I am perfectly fine," I reinforced frostily.

James sighed. Ugh, I was having flashbacks from that horrible dream. Which is something that he should never ever learn about. He needed to be out of my room before one of us did something that we regretted. Namely me, because if one of my dreams came true, then so could another. Another one of those things I never want to happen.

"Sarah, why are you wearing that ring?" James asked quietly.

I winced. Then I turned and glared at him.

I had forgotten all about it. Does that mean that I am still engaged to James Raleigh?

"Why is Sybil here?" I countered.

He winced, but then shrugged.

"I was lonely," James grunted.

My eyes widened, but I tried to play it off. I hope he is not saying what I think he is saying.

"Oh," I mumbled.

I realized that I had turned to face him. He looked me directly in the eyes.

"I believe it's your turn to explain," James prompted.

I scowled.

"I do not have to explain anything to you!" I snarled.

James backed off, sighing.

"Sarah, please!" James begged.

I shook my head, and he pouted.

"In England, I became engaged to James Raleigh," I replied simply.

James looked down, nodding. He looked back up.

"I figured," He muttered.

I nodded awkwardly.

"You should really get out of my room, James," I said quickly.

He stood up quickly. I was slowly beginning to realize the one thing that I had feared most had come true. I had become engaged to the wrong James. That terrifies me.

- Loren ;*

Let's have a Spanish lesson, shall we?

Español: A mi me gústalo.

English: I like it.

Cool, huh? *grins*

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