Eva
We just arrived at Vincent's to get ready. It feels different, but I'm not sure how just yet.
“We need to change,” Vincent tells me.
I look around the house as we make our way to our room, and that’s when it hits me. I see some of my quotation pillows on the couch, my red standing mixer in the kitchen, and some of my poems line the hall, and then we enter the bedroom.
There's a trophy case with my awards and some of my articles framed. My guitar rests on a new stand by the bed. I grab Vincent by his shirt and pull him against me. I kiss him with my whole being. No man has ever shown me this much love.
“Thank you,” I tell him as I kiss him once more.
“You like it? Eric helped,” Vincent says as he grins at me.
“I love everything you've done. I swear I couldn't love you more than
