Lyssa looked at the rings then up at him. Covering her face with one hand she started crying again. This time far from upset. She couldn't have been happier then. She made a couple of squeaky noises that barely made any sense but they should have been words. She looked up at him, hand over her mouth hiding her smile but her eyes said it all.
'They're perfect.' Was what she would have said if not for the squeaking. She stood up slowly pointing to the bedroom, saying she was going to get changed then looked down at what she was wearing. She didn't care what she looked like much more important things then, like what they were doing. "I don't care what I'm wearing."