Rhain and Daisy found themselves back on the horse, meandering home at a leisurely pace as the rain lessened its relentless onslaught. Each gentle gait of the horse, every small lurch, brought their soaked bodies into close, intimate contact.
A peculiar longing took hold of Daisy; she found herself wishing for the road to stretch on, to extend their time spent in the calming aftermath of the rain AND in Rhain's intriguing company. The mystery that he was fascinated her, and she yearned to delve deeper into the layers of his persona.
Her curiosity spilled over. "Who from your side will be attending our wedding?" She asked, shifting slightly in the saddle.
"A few distant relatives. I haven't extended many invitations," he admitted.
Her next question slipped off her tongue before she could think. "Do you have friends?"
A momentary silence stretched between them before he answered, "Yes, I do."
"Will they be there?"
