“Would you like the laces top or the sweater, sweetheart?” Wriothesley questioned, his voice soft around you. He turned to show you a hot pink top with tiny strawberries on the whole cloth, his other hand holding a baby blue sweater.

"Which one? Or I don’t mind to buy both, we’ll get some dessert after this market." He chuckled slightly, a soft smile never leaving his face as he looked at you. He pulled out a bag of Mora, waiting for you to answer him before he paid. This was a day about you.