[Third Person].
Three days before the wedding, Dennis drove himself to the Aurelion residence in his pickup truck rather than a polished vehicle.
Helena saw it from the window and shook her head with a soft smile before stepping outside. He leaned casually against the driver's door, arms folded, looking far too pleased with himself.
"You could have come with an escort," she said as she approached.
"And miss the chance to personally steal you away?" he replied. "Never."
She rolled her eyes, but the warmth in them betrayed her.
After greeting her parents respectfully, Dennis helped load her luggage into the back. It was not excessive as Helena was practical, but it was enough to signal a change.
As they drove, Dennis reached behind his seat and brought out a wrapped bundle. "For you."
She opened it and laughed softly. "Roasted skewered lamb?"
"Fresh from the roadside vendor, you like."
