Daisy sighed and set her food down to run her hands through her hair. “I don’t know, Arvil… I don’t want to talk to them. I don’t like that they were trying to set me up again. It’s ridiculous,” she muttered, shaking her head. “If… if you come with me, then I’ll tell them.”
Arvil sighed, lifting his arm to drape it over her shoulders. He pulled her to him, running his fingers through her hair.
“I’ll come with you,” he promised gently. “And I won’t let them say anything hurtful to you. Okay?”
Daisy stiffened slightly when he pulled her to himself, then slowly let herself relax in his hold. She stuck her feet under herself and leaned into him further. May as well get comfortable being near him, right? They were about to be married, after all.
“Okay… Thank you,” she murmured, enjoying the feel of his hand running through her hair.
When she leaned into him, Arvil smiled. He liked having her close to him like that. He rested his head against hers, twirling her hair around his fingers. It still hadn’t clicked in, actually. He was about to get married. To Daisy. She was going to be his wife. The woman he liked was going to adopt his last name—unless she wanted to keep hers. He was okay with it. She had a right to choose.
“Anytime, love,” he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Anytime.”
Daisy shifted when she felt the kiss, suddenly remembering the feel of his lips on hers, the way they had kissed last. She let out a slow breath and pulled away again, picking her burrito back up.
“We should eat,” she said quietly. “And go over wedding plans. I’m thinking silver and gold. And white, of course.”
Arvil removed his arm from her shoulders, leaning away slightly as he picked up his own burrito.
“Are we still going for a winter wedding?” He wondered. “We were joking the last time, but I wanted to know if you still want one.”
Daisy hummed and glanced over at him from her burrito. “No, a winter wedding sounds good. It’ll go with the colors, too.”
“All right,” Arvil nodded, taking a bite out of his burrito before he stood up and walked over to his shelf. He took out a blue folder and walked back to the couch, sitting down and flipping through the pages as he chewed. He took out two papers from the folder and handed it over to Daisy. “From… last time, I had made a list of possible wedding planners and photographers. I didn’t get a chance to give it to you.”
Daisy blinked and took the folder with one hand, the other still holding her food. “Oh. Thanks,” she murmured, taking a bite as she opened it. She looked over it, nodding slowly while she chewed and swallowed her bite. “Okay, so we should make an appointment with each of them to see who we like better.”
Arvil nodded. “So, the weekend?” He took a big bite, watching her as she looked over the list of people he had selected. “And what about the music? Do you want a live band, or should we just make a playlist?”
“Playlist. We really only need to put in the songs for the main dances. You know, the couple’s first dance, father-daughter dance, mother-son dance…” Daisy trailed off with a thought, then looked up at him curiously. “I’ve never met your mother.”
Arvil took a bite and chewed, mostly to find time to respond to her statement. “My mother… yeah, she prefers not to be in the media’s line of attention. I don’t see her often. Not that we don’t get along, of course.”
Daisy watched him carefully, her eyes flickering over his face as he spoke. She nodded slowly at his words, a small smile coming to her lips. “I get that, definitely. I don’t care for it, but it comes with the job, you know? Especially now. Would, uh… Would I be able to meet her…?”
Arvil looked at her, noticed her smile, and smiled back. “Of course,” he answered softly. “I think she’d like you, actually. Though I’m a bit reluctant in having you both meet since I’m sure you’ll want to get revenge.”
“Revenge?” Daisy questioned, raising her eyebrows amusedly.
“For what I asked for when I met your parents,” Arvil elaborated. “The stories and the pictures.”
Daisy blinked, then her smile widened to a wicked grin. “Oh, then definitely,” she chuckled. “I’m going to see so many pictures of baby Arvil~.”
Arvil laughed, leaning back on the couch, shaking his head. “I was handsome back then, too,” he smirked. “Just try not to lose your heart to little me, love.”
Daisy snorted, rolling her eyes. “Right. Like that’ll happen,” she teased, smirking back at him. So he was attractive, so what? That didn’t mean she’d fall for him…
“We’ll see about that, darling,” Arvil whistled. “After eating, what do you want to do?”
“After lunch? I was going to just go home, but we should probably do more wedding planning,” Daisy said with a shrug. “Anything in particular you were thinking of doing?”
“What do you want the flower scheme to be?” Arvil wondered, taking another bite out of his food. “Is there any flower you’re allergic to?”
Daisy shook her head as she finished another bite of burrito. “No, nothing. But no baby’s breath. Those are disgusting flowers. Roses, definitely. Preferably white. And… What are some other white flowers? And maybe we could somehow color some silver and/or gold?”
“Just so you know, love, I’m allergic to tulips and sunflowers,” Arvil scrunched his nose. “I’m terrible at flower arrangements, so I’m not the best person to ask. But perhaps we could have that done.”
“Aw, tulips, really? Those are some of my favorites,” Daisy sighed, shaking her head. “All right. We can have someone arrange them. At least come up with some ideas, anyway.”