Carabella gazed at her lover with adoration, eager to go on a date with him. She, too, was increasingly curious about the festival's events. Was the cloverleaf festival organized like a typical flower festival? Honestly, she missed the place where she and Jefferson had their first date when they were little. Would Jefferson do something stupid again while attending the festival? Just the thought made her cheeks flush.
"I can't wait to pick clovers for you again," Jefferson said softly.
Carabella's reaction was a fit of laughter as she rolled around on the bed. "Jeff, I'm tired of picking clovers."
His brow furrowed. "What's wrong? Is picking clover a sin?"
Seeing her fiancé's innocence made her laugh even harder until her stomach ached. "I mean, I won't let you look for flying clovers anymore. I'll think of you as a fool."
"Do you want revenge on me? I used to tease you."
