Quin sank onto the bed and she watched as he bent down to take off his shoes. The only man she'd ever watched take off his shoes was her own father. It struck her as intimately familiar. Coupled with him taking off his jacket and sitting on the bed she suddenly felt very aware that she had no idea what to do next. It didn't matter what her mother had said last night amid the wine and treats, Dahlia was out of her depth.

She relaxed a bit as she realized he hadn't hated their wedding, but that was only her original anxiety that was soothed. She could only hope this next part, for it was finally dawning on her just what this next part was, was as enchanting as the whole day had been. Dahlia took his outstretched hand and stepped closer toward him, hovering right before him.

"I'm happy." She found herself answering, looking at his eyes. He was so handsome. She had thought it over and over all day, wished she could step to the side and kiss him and, well now here they were. She leaned down and placed a kiss on his forehead. "Very happy." And she had absolutely no idea how to move this forward to continue on the path of happy - for if mother were to be believed it would be awkward but happy. And it was Quin, so it couldn't be too awkward, could it?