"It is beautiful," she told him, meaning it. "You are beautiful."
Realising what she had said her cheeks went red and she ducked her eyes. Oh but he was. Everything about him attracted her and no one seemed to match his beauty in her eyes. How handsome he really is. Some may not agree but she did not care. Erik was everything to her and no one would ever match him. How she wished to tell him that in the past but it had never seemed right. Never seemed appropriate. He would simply brush her away. But in her happiness it just left her mouth without thought and, well, perhaps it was time he heard it.
She finally looked to him shyly as her bravery, once again, lifted her. She was his and he was hers in words and would be soon by law. Christine did not know when that day would be and she would look forward to it until she finally met him and became his. She rather wished that perhaps it could be arranged for the following day but she knew how impossible that would be.
"Might I kiss the man I am to call husband?" she asked softly.