The room fell into a momentary silence, punctuated only by Rosa's soft laughter as she recounted a humorous incident from the bakery. In that quiet interlude, Reaves grappled with conflicting emotions. He yearned to be the husband Rosa deserved, yet the harsh reality of his limitations haunted him.
In the depth of his contemplation, Rosa wrapped up her musings on the visit, she turned to Reaves with a bright smile. "What do you think, love? It'll be a wonderful gesture, won't it?" she asked, her eyes seeking validation and connection.
The room hung in a delicate balance, caught between the weight of unspoken emotions and the facade of normalcy. Rosa, her eyes reflecting the genuine excitement of her plans, waited for Reaves' response with an air of anticipation.
The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a warm ambiance, framing the couple in a cocoon of muted light.
