Maris stood before Michael soaking wet while Michael was drying her off, and she wrapped the towel around her head. Oblivious to the fact he was stark naked and soaking wet himself, Michael continued to dry help Maris dry herself off, and she proceeded to do the same thing to him. After she was fully dried off, Maris wrapped the other towel around herself; in addition, to helping Michael get himself fully dried off as well. While she was drying him off, Maris had the he urge to once more, but she decided to wait once they go to Paris within two weeks, so she dried him off thoroughly before they put they robes back on and head on back the to main house.

As they headed back to the main house, Michael mentioned the subject of marriage, and asked Maris if she would consider the idea once they got back from Paris. "You don't have to give me your answer right now, it was just a thought that crossed my mind," Michael replied, "but I'm not going push you". Maris started to take into consideration in regards to Michael's marriage proposal, so she told him she would give it some thought and she'll give him his answer once they got back from their trip. "Honey, you have know idea how happy you've made me these last three weeks. You've been so good to me, and there's nothing I would like more in this whole world just to be your; in addition to spending the rest of my life with you, Michael," she replied, "for right now, let's just focus on this time we have together". Michael was in agreement to what she told, so he decided leave the subject of marriage on the back burner for the time being.

Once they arrived back at the main house, Michael and Maris went upstairs to take a shower and wash their hair. Michael allowed Maris to take her shower because he was in no hurry to head back to the office, and Gladys alongside Quantrell are holding down the at the company; in addition, to knowing he could count on them. "Okay", Maris replied, and she went into the bathroom to to take her shower while he sat down the bed while drying his long ebony tresses with the towel trying to squeeze the rest of the water of it. "By the way," he he hollered, "the shampoo is on the shelf inside the the shower stall if you want to wash your hair".