She had thought about where to take her for hours, she wanted it to be perfect, like something out of a movie where she swept her off of her feet and she could help her move past the bullshit of her previous life.
She decided that no restaurant seemed right. So instead she had her brother help her set up a nice thing on the roof of their loft, a table, candles, tiny lights and flowers. Her siblings helped her prepare a nice little meal of italian fingerfoods and pasta that waited for them, along with alcohol free wine as to not harm their growing child.
"This way," she said, heels clicking on the pavement. "It's not far."
Sofia never realized how close she lived to Kate before either.