Arlo Seys smiled gently, "You just have to show up as promised, wearing your wedding dress on that day. I'll handle everything else."
"Why choose Dublin?" Ariel Morris embraced Arlo Seys' waist, pressing closely to his chest, her lips curling into a soft smile.
Arlo Seys reached out to stroke her beautiful hair, his movements gentle, eyes full of affection, "Because you like Dublin. Why choose Christmas? Because eight years ago during the Christmas snowstorm, you stood in the snow and gave me a bouquet of purple 'Forget-me-not', telling me not to forget you. Ariel, that bouquet of purple 'Forget-me-not' was like a spell, binding me. Ariel, I'll never be able to forget you for this lifetime, never forget."
His voice was filled with tender affection, Ariel Morris' eyes welled up with mist, her brows and eyes smiling, "Do you know why I like Dublin?"
Arlo Seys quietly embraced her body, holding her in his arms, waiting for her answer.
"Because there lies my eight years of longing."
