Page 156 of Love Unscripted
About the cross.
About forgiveness that cannot be earned.
About grace.
Her father listened with unusual seriousness.
Her mother sat unusually still.
When Camille finished, the silence stretched.
“Well,” Carlo said at last, “that’s… a lot to think about.”
Rita nodded slowly. “We’ll… consider it.”
Camille knew that wasn’t repentance.
But it was something.
Later that night, she knelt beside her bed.
“Lord,” she prayed softly, “do what only You can do. Change their hearts.”
~*~*~*~
The evening after Camille’s parents left, Aaron came over to pick up Camille. They were going out to dinner to discuss wedding plans. While they could have stayed at her house, they knew it presented a temptation that they didn’t need.
Madison was going to stay overnight at her grandparents. Aaron would pick her up the next morning as it was Friday night and she didn’t have school.
They went to a nice intimate restaurant near Camille’s home that afforded the privacy to discuss their plans without being overheard.
After the waiter left them with two glasses of white wine Aaron said, “You look thoughtful.” He watched Camille, thinking how beautiful she looked in a royal blue shirt dress, her hair pinned up, her beautiful face radiant in the warm glow of the candlelight.
“I spoke to my parents today.”
He leaned back, studying her. “Oh?”
“They’re getting back together.”
Aaron’s eyebrows shot up. “Well… that’s unexpected.”
“That’s exactly what I said.”
He chuckled softly. “So how did that conversation go?”
Camille hesitated. “They apologized.”
“For what?”
“For mismanagement of my earnings.”
Aaron watched her face carefully. “And?”
“And I forgave them.”
He nodded slowly. “That probably wasn’t easy.”
“No,” she admitted quietly. She set her glass down and looked at him. “I also shared the gospel with them.”
