*Bren*
"What do you want darling ?" We are sitting in a small cafe outside the flea market and I am holding Dahlia's hand over the table, my fiance's hand. Damn she actually said yes and I can't stop smiling like an i***t.
She smiles at me, her eyes sparkling more than the idiotic ring that she insist on wearing. "Hmm you, but as that would be inappropriate, I think I'll take the chicken salad".
"Then you get the chicken salad… me you can have later". I say winking at her, making her giggle.
The waiter comes over, asking what we want. "Hmm I think I'll take the chicken breast and my fiance would like the chicken salad. And then your best bottle of champagne".
"I love hearing you say that". She says with the most adorable giggle as the waiter leaves. "Fiance". She is tasting the
