She beamed and kissed his cheek before taking the quilt from him. "Lovely. Go shower, okay? I'll get ready."
Francis emerged from the shower, picking out a light blue dress shirt and black pants with a black tie. He quickly got dressed and brushed back his hair.
Poppy was leaning against the wall, her round reading glasses settled delicately on her freckled nose. Her eyes skimmed the diagram of the rhododendron thoughtfully as she waited for her fiance, humming under her breath.
She straightened his tie before checking her watch. "We're going off to town. There's a cafe I passed yesterday that I think we might like. Should we drive or walk?"
