"Stella, Stella…" Lockwood grasped her hand. He tried to lift his head of silver hair, which was matted with blood. His face was deathly pale, looking like he could kick the bucket at any moment. "While your grandpa still has some breath left in him, you have to promise me one thing. You must promise…"
'His tone sounded like he was giving his last words.'
A chill ran down her spine.
"What is it, Grandpa…?" she asked, urgently squeezing his rough, old hands.
"Grandpa found a match for you. Promise me you'll go on a blind date. If you like him, get married. Only when you're married will I be able to face your father even if I die. Otherwise, how could I possibly face your father…?"
'Of all the things he could ask for...'
Stella Lockwood stared at the ceiling, speechless.
