She and Daisha sat down on a backless bench outside the campus library. It was dark now, and the clear sky showcased a half moon and a million bright stars.
“I feel like there’s no way you and Aiden can be feeling anything but infatuation at this point,” Daisha said.
“I was definitely infatuated with him when I was a teenager,” Camille said. Daisha had known about her crush then, although not the extent of it. “It feels different now. But I don’t think anyone really knows everything about the person they marry. One thing I’ve learned about faith is God gives us just enough information and trusts us to make the right decisions.”
“What helped you decide, then?” Daisha asked.
“For starters, everyone who knows Aiden seems to spout his virtues. He attends church, has an established career, takes care of himself, and owns his own home. He’s attractive. I trust him when we talk about personal things, and we communicate really well. I’m telling you I’ll never find a guy like this anywhere else. I can’t believe he wants to marryme!”
Daisha’s brow raised. “Does he walk on water too?”
Camille rolled her eyes. “I’ll ask when I finally call him back.”
Daisha laughed, then let her head fall back and sighed. “I wish my relationship felt as black and white.”
After a nudge from Camille, they both started walking back to their complex. “Do you feel better about things now?”
“Yes,” Daisha said, “but don’t be surprised if it takes your whole engagement for me to reconcile myself to the idea. Your mother doesn’t make herself available to advise you on things, so maybe that’s why I feel so protective.”
“I get that. You’re a true friend to be honest with me.” Camille gazed at the stars, wishing for a way to make Daisha understand how Aiden was doing this all for her. Camille hugged herself. It shook her to have her friends question her decision to marry Aiden, but she had to trust that she was doing the right thing.