And so it goes. Richard failed to defend me again. And I still loved him. I couldn't imagine life without him. My mother even seemed to understand that.

She came into my room that night before I left to go off and finish school. "Emily, I know that you love Richard very much, and he's a great boy. He needs some work with his business skills, but he's a good boy. He can't be perfect."

"I don't want him to be perfect. He's far more interesting than Samuel, who was the perfect catch. I just hate seeing you get so angry."

My mother laughed. "Oh, Emily, I'm already over tonight. Lorelai Gilmore can't win. Richard won't leave you, and I know you won't leave him. Even if you don't work out, it won't be because of her. I'm not angry. I won."

And she did win. I just didn't have much time for Richard. My senior year in college was ending. After this, I entered society. My brain told me to spend all my possible time with Richard. I needed to woo him! I couldn't leave college without a marriage proposal! I couldn't get a job like a working class girl. My heart wanted to spend my time with the girls. I had finally gotten their love back, and while I'd love to spend all my free time with Richard, I had missed the gossip, and the friendships.

Lauren, Sweetie, and I had plans for some fun and gossip in New York City over the next weekend. We wanted to go shopping and spend lots of money to commemorate our achievement.

Richard and I were sitting in the park at Yale when I told him we were going. "Emily, I was hoping that we could spend that weekend together here."

I smiled, and gave him a kiss. "You can go a weekend without me. I'm sure that you and that fraternity will find some entertainment. I want to spend some time with my friends before I leave Smith forever."

Richard sighed. "Emily, your friends are frivolous. When we first started dating, you weren't even speaking with Lauren."

"I've known Lauren longer than I've known Sweetie. We stopped speaking because I started dating you. I finally have it all back, Richard. I don't know how, but they've accepted me, and now Pennilyn is just a lame little girl who can't use me as a source of gossip anymore."

Richard checked his watch. "Was your main goal to hurt Pennilyn, because that's the last thing I wanted to do."

"That's not my point. My point is that I want to go to New York with my friends, and that's what I'm going to do. It's not as if you control where I go, Richard. Why can't you spend a weekend without me?"

"Emily, you're irresistible, and I don't want to spend time with anyone else. Why do you have to go? I have plans for us."

I sighed. "I'd love to spend time with you, Richard. My friends are not frivolous, and we've been planning this for a while. What plans could you possibly have that we can't do any other time? We have a whole summer ahead of us."

He was so infuriating. My friends? Frivolous. As if. He had dated Pennilyn Lott, who had absolutely no brains, and he was calling us frivolous. Sweetie was well on her way to becoming the perfect society wife. Lauren, who was surprisingly single, which might have been my fault as she had pined over Samuel the entire time I'd been dating him, was going to spend a year traveling abroad with Corinne. When she came back, she had many choices. She might need a career, but with her looks, she'd catch a man, and perhaps a European one. And as for me? A career was completely unacceptable. It might be fine for Lauren, but I was from an extremely reputable family. We obviously weren't up to Lorelai Gilmore's standards, but we were something important. Frivolous? I think not.

Richard took my hand. "I'm very much looking forward to this summer. But I have very important plans for next week."

"So do I. They are not frivolous plans. Do you really want to see me in clothes from last season, Richard? I don't think so. I need a break with my best friends. Mitchell is Sweetie's wife, and he's perfectly fine with her leaving."

"Emily, Mitchell is a dull bore and I do not like getting compared to him. And no, I don't care what fashions you want to get, in fact, I'd rather see you without any clothes at all."

Disgusting. This was not how one treated a lady, even though I agreed that the shirt he was wearing did get in the way. "I'm leaving next week. Why are we arguing instead of enjoying today?"

"Emily Johannson, I will not let you leave. I have plans."

Evasive. "Well, what plans do you have that you can't change? If they're so important, you could have told me about them before! I came here for a nice afternoon, and when you're ready to accept that I don't have to do everything that you do, then you can call me, and I'll choose to answer."

I stood up. Richard looked at me in shock. "That's right. I'm not going to be meek and blush and do your every wish like Pennilyn Lott did. You chose me. Well, this is what you get."

I started to walk away, but Richard pulled me back. He wasn't going to let me leave. I was in a relationship with a possessive, angry man. He let go of my arm, and I was prepared to get out of Yale as fast as I could when he put his hand in his pocket, thrust out a box, and said, "Emily, will you marry me?"

He was so completely exasperating. "Fine!" I shouted, not even thinking. Of course I would marry him. I loved him more than anything. But right now, I was mad at him. I took a deep breath and let it sink in as he grinned triumphantly.