Prince Conrad's POV
"Hi." I nervously greeted my wife as she arrived in the garden. She looked and smiled at me warmly. She's wearing a long white dress; her hair was arranged in a messy bun, her cheeks are tainted with pink, and her naturally red lips are tempting. She's gorgeous.
She walks over to me slowly as she looks around the whole garden. It's full of red petals and candle lights all over the place. Her eyes finally landed on the table, where a candlelight dinner was set.
I swallowed the lump in my throat. Why am I so nervous about this dinner? It's insane. She stopped in front of me and looked at me as if she was saying she saw this kind of setup before look. It's just like what stupid Connor said. "Come on. This time I'm the one who prepared it. Don't you like it?" I teased her as I tried to hide the anxiety inside me.
She smiled as she shook her head. "I love it. I appreciate how you wanted to make it up with me." She said.
