Charles wisely didn't expose her little secret, instead following the direction where she had just thrown the coin — the "stone of fate"...
"I can't walk anymore!" Janet, held in Charles's arms as they made their way toward the plaza, looked up at the tall steps. Her tone was playful, tinged with a hint of coquettishness. In her mind, a mischievous thought flashed — she wanted to see how much this proud man was willing to do for her. Would he care about his dignity or others' eyes in such a crowded place?
"I'll carry you!" Charles stated firmly, not as a question but as a certainty. Before she could react, his tall figure had already stepped onto the first stair. Slowly, he bent down like a European knight carrying his beloved princess.
Janet smiled sweetly. It wasn't until Charles called her a second time that she snapped back to reality. She leaned forward slowly, resting her cheek against his broad shoulder, her hands instinctively wrapping around his neck.
