Darien huffs through his nostrils. "Depends on how much you want her on her back."

A muscle flares in Cesidia's jaw. "That's it. I'm not listening to this anymore. That's enough, Father. If you have to grill anyone, grill me. I made the first move, and it's a mutual attraction. I love him, and no he didn't slip anything in my drink or brainwash me."

"Cesidia," Lucilia warns softly. 

"No! I'm sick and tired of keeping my mouth shut. I let you and father make my life, but not anymore. I'm a grown woman, and I'm capable of making my own decisions, and I chose Dharichar and I'm not going back on it. [i]Ever[/i]. Nothing you can say will change my mind and you both know that. And if I get pregnant by him, neither you nor anyone else is going to make me feel guilty because all I can think about is how much I want a family, a future with him." Cesidia holds his hand.

Lucilia smiles, her eyes brimming with happy tears. "Oh, Cesidia. You found it. True love."