"Sweetheart, close your eyes," Alan begged her to let him blindfold her.
"Alan, you did that before we boarded the private jet; now tell me what you don't want me to see." Eleanor appeared exhausted immediately after the wedding.
Unfortunately, Alan had booked the flight for the same night as the wedding.
He even woke Eleanor up when she was sleeping.
She looked around and noticed they were no longer on the plane. They were in a car, and Alan looked like he had been scolded.
"How did we end up here? Did you carry me?" Alan nodded, his lips pursed. Was she that tired, she didn't even realize she was being carried?
Eleanor then smiled at him, forcing him to smile back.
"Of course, let's do it." Alan's grin grew even wider when almost shouted that.
"Many thanks, my love. Please watch your steps." Alan directed her out of the car and toward whatever surprise he had in store for her.
