She sits in a bar with a nautical theme and little white Christmas lights.
Her drink has become watery as she contemplates life’s latest complication.
Does she go forward with her parents’ plan to find someone to marry, and transform into a sedate society matron adorned with pearls?
Or does she detour from the plan for the man sitting next to her, the man with the Southern accent who spins words into a web in which she has already been captured?
Is it she who is the pearl, trapped inside a shell that has started to open just a little as she sits next to the silken tongued man. She lets him open the shell the rest of the way with his words to discover what she has hidden deep inside.