Cedric picked flowers, placing them in a basket as he continued on. His basket was already filled with baked goods and berries—having the splendid idea of taking his beloved on a picnic in the meadow.

As Cedric picked flowers, his mind seemed to travel to the time where he’ll afford to be married to the one who so dearly admired. It made him smile.

“Soon.” Cedric whispered to himself. “Soon, I’m sure.”