He picked up the clothes which were thrown away by them in the car and dressed up Braelyn and himself before driving back to the hotel.
The next day late in the morning, Braelyn was still laying on the bed. The bed was big, soft and comfortable for her to have a long and peaceful sleep.
She was in the seventh sky, dreaming about her and Jacob, while Jacob was standing beside the bed and tapping his foot against the floor.
Braelyn was sleeping on the bed of none other than Jacob. He was, again and again, taking a glimpse of his watch and then of Braelyn, as if he was waiting for her to wake up.
Finally, when all the three hands overlapped at 12, Jacob let out a sigh and too steps towards Braelyn.
“Braelyn? Princess? Wake up”, Jacob called out her name with his warm and soothing lo
