Jerrick, sensing the storm in her mind, looked at her with a tenderness that melted her fears. She straightened her posture, resolve strengthening her voice. "Give me five years. I'll become a fashion mogul," she said, her chin lifting defiantly. "I'll prove I belong."
Jerrick's eyes softened, admiration glowing in their depths. He reached for her, pulling her into his arms, the warmth of his body a solid comfort against her. His lips brushed her forehead as he whispered, "Don't worry about it, Jasmine. You're already my wife, in every way that matters."
The words were like a balm to her anxious heart. For Jasmine, his reassurance was everything. The weight of her earlier concerns melted away, replaced by a feeling of rightness—a quiet certainty that, no matter what, they were meant to be. The car ride to the restaurant was a blur, filled with the heady excitement of the life ahead.
