Jasmines decorating the vases. Candles that looked like small twinkling stars illuminated the nights.  

Children's toys scattered throughout the house. Pastel-colored pillows, rainbow drawings, stuffed dogs waiting to be hugged at night.  

Five years passed since you and Theodore left the cold Nott Manor where he grew up, to find a new place. Place that you turned into a home. 

”Can I just stay here? Spend the rest of my days here?”

Your two girls—four-year-old Madelaine, with a restless laugh and wavy hair, and three-year-old Marlena, with buck teeth and grayish-colored eyes inherited from her father—were strangely calm, curled up on the couch with a secret book about their little laps. Little giggles escaped their lips, like little laughing fairies filling the colorful living room.

Their little voices let out tangled words that reached the ears of you and your husband, who approached tenderly.  "W-when mommy got married" the youngest smiled, pointing to the photo book of your wedding with Theo. "She looked like a princess!" Madelaine added, resting her forehead on the photo of you two as if by analyzing it so close to the paper she could get into it.

You and your husband approached the soft couch, sitting on each side of your girls, surrounding them with affection while they continued discovering this album that they had never seen before.

The pictures. The memories. That day had been beautiful and the photos represented it in all its splendor. You and Theodore holding hands, showing off your rings. He under your bridal veil. You in his arms while he lifted you like a princess.

It was like a magical memory that transported him and you to the past with butterflies in your stomach.

"Where did they get this?" Theodore asked the girls with a smile, curious to know where the little girls had been to find this memory.