“You’re beautiful,” Marie teased as they walked arm in arm with each other. She rested her head against his shoulder as she continued to carry the fire whiskey in her free hand. “You know him?” Marie asked because as much as she hated the idea of being stuck with someone that wasn’t of her choosing she was curious about him. “He sent be a bouquet of pink paper roses. Pink. He really doesn’t know what he is getting into, does he?”