Allie stared down at the pies in front of her. She laughed, feeling grateful that no one else was there to watch her and Dean make them.
"What are you laughing at?" Dean rested his back on the supporting column separating the kitchen and the living room. One arm tucked behind his back. His black tuxedo made him look straight out of a men's magazine. If Allie had a choice, he would have advertised underwear.
"The pies.” She blushed.
He remained smiling.
"What?" she asked.
"You look beautiful," he said.
She dusted her layered silk organza dress in a shy manner.
"Ready?" He stepped closer to her and caressed her chin. He sucked on her upper lip and brought his hand in front of him, revealing a bouquet of red roses.
"I am," she said while her ears ra
