It was a couple of months now, the cottage was finally getting done, and I wanted to make a big deal over us living permanently together. Still, in the castle, the news in a week for Cassidy would be a big one. I knew I had to make it all perfect.
Taking the pot roasts out of the oven with some mashed potatoes and a big Turkey, I hear a knock on the door. Cassidy has been moving her stuff in today. We had a good idea to sleep in our beds and go one step at a time.
It was a bit frustrating because I wanted to sleep by her side, but I respected her more than anything else; if it had to take longer, then delicate, but I would hold on to hope, setting the food on the small round table of our little dining room area, I had on my Dalmatian apron, with matching muffins, I know I looked like a
