Sometime that evening…
Ethan was seated on the couch in his room. He was bare-chested, and wearing only his trousers.
Isabella on the other hand, had her head resting comfortably on his lap. She wore nothing but one of his shirts.
"I've been thinking about the wedding," she said in a dreamy voice. "What if we had it in Fiona gardens? The white roses would be in full bloom by then, and the fountain—oh, the fountain would make such a beautiful backdrop."
Ethan smiled, running his fingers through her hair. "You've really been thinking about this, huh?"
"Of course I have," Bella said, tilting her head to look up at him. "It's not every day a girl gets to marry the man she loves."
She paused, then continued with growing excitement. "And the dress, I already have three designs in mind. One with lace—"
Ethan laughed. "Bella, slow down. We've got time."
