Soren beamed and twirled with her. He'd noticed how pretty she looked, but she'd beaten him to speaking. Her excitement rubbed off, and he balanced the roses in one arm while kissing her on the forehead and rubbing her shoulder with the other.
"I brought you dinner." He motioned with his head for the chef to bring in the food and set it down on a table. While the chef moved around behind him (there were more plates in the limo), Soren picked out a red rose and put it behind Sable's ear. "So, what won't I believe?"