“Yep,” I replied. “you’re not from these parts, are you?” she asked. “Nope,” I replied, “I’m from Dallas.” “Ohhhh, I love Dallas...” she remarked. He put her hand on top of mine and pulled me in closer. “Hold on tight, cowboy,” she remarked, gunning the engine. We tore off down the dirt trail. The scenery was fantastic, even if it did go by at about 40 miles per hour. We pulled up to a metal gate along a fence-line. As we stopped, she looked over my shoulder and asked me if I could open the. In the evening I went and knocked on the door. She opened, my face glowed with spark by seeing her. She was in her white saree, wearing all jewelry and everything. I was shocked to see the house is decorated with flowers. That smell made me feel her urge.She gave me Silk Dhoti and Silk Shirt to wear. I went and dressed up. And came to the hall. And I was shocked to see her husband there. He came smiling and said this is your day, enjoy.I was in shock. He made both of us stand and took a picture. As some point I put her down and saw the tears. I also saw the smile. I wrapped her in my arms again, holding her for fear she would be gone again if I didn't."I love you, Nicole." I love you too, Will." Can I put your bags in the car, Ma'am?" the dark-suited man asked with a smile. I hadn't even seen him approach. I was otherwise occupied.I opened the trunk and thanked him for his help. I held the door for Nicole and she slipped into the passenger seat, smiling her thanks. I got in my side,. Jemma liked the effect of the single candle in the otherwise rather sparsely lit restaurant; it was quite romantic in a kitschy sort of way. She told Hope to remove one of the chairs, just to put it to the side. A waiter would come and get it, she knew from experience. Hope positioned the wheelchair opposite her own chair. Only when Hope was about to return to her seat, Jemma reminded her to apply the brake again. She knew that was silly, but Jemma preferred to talk about these things as little.