"So are you ready?"

Long lashes fluttering gracefully, Emily looked up to the older man who had treated her so kindly for the past couple of days with a soft smile. "I'm ready." She let Aaron grab her hand as they walked down the corridor to the main stairwell, her fingers clutching the skirt of her dress so she wouldn't trip. "Is it just you and I tonight, Aaron?"

"For now yes," he smiled. "Jack is with older Jack. He thought it would be nice to spend some time with him."

Emily nodded, giving a smile to the doorman as her date led her into the dining hall. "Well I'm thankful that we're allowed back in here after that fiasco."

Aaron looked to the younger woman. "I am sorry Emily."

"No Aaron, I wasn't trying to blame you." She gave a gentle squeeze to his hand. "Let's just sit, alright? I'm starved."

The older man pushed his date's chair in once she was seated before quickly taking the seat opposite, watching as the beautiful brunette woman lay her napkin expertly in her lap. "Jack was asking about you."

Emily smirked. "Big Jack or Little Jack?"

Aaron shook his head, grinning down to the table. "My Jack."

"You still didn't answer my question."

The brunette man laughed. "Little Jack, Emily."

Emily felt herself chuckle before shaking her head, giving a thankful smile to the waiter once he poured her a glass of water. "Really? What was he wondering about?"

"Well he was drawing a picture of the boat and adding a small stick drawing of you and I out on the deck," he grinned. "He wanted to know if you'd be coming with us to Pennsylvania to see his Uncle Sean and Aunt Charlotte once we arrive in America."

Emily's dark eyes peered up from her hands to look at her date. "Aaron I'm going to Virginia."

"Of course," he nodded. "But that doesn't mean we cannot meet up afterward." The older man's caramel eyes stared deeply into the brunette's wide doe eyes. "I'm very fond of you Emily, and I would like to take your hand."

The brunette felt her heart leap into her throat. "I'm sorry, take my hand? As in marriage?"

Aaron reached across the table and held Emily's hand in his, letting his warmth radiate onto her supple skin. "Emily I do not want you so soon, but I know that we will be great together. Us plus marriage, it just seems right doesn't it? A little down the road."

Emily gulped. "Aaron..."

"Just think about it, sweetheart."

The brunette woman ran faster down the hallway, passing all of the rooms until she got to her own. Throwing open the door, her puffy eyes searching the main room for the person she had been looking for.

"Emily?"

She let out a cry and jumped into her father's arms, holding him tight as he lifted her off the ground.

Carlton pressed a kiss to his daughter's dark hair, doing his best to hold down her shaking body with all the weight he had. "Sweetheart what's the matter?"

Emily sighed shakily against the older man's ear. "I'm scared," she coarsely whispered. "I'm scared, daddy."