Chapter 39 Wedding Bells

• "I know it is," Bianca answered as she approached the driver-side window. Gerrit opened the passenger door to let her inside the truck. "You look tired, " he said while his fingers ran through her thick and lush hair ― her hair was normally put up and very rarely let loose. Tonight, her hair was loosely braided, with a few strands hanging down in front of her eyes. A storm was coming, lightning striking far off, but it was coming this way. Her eyes were lighter than usual, reminding him of honey.
• "Wanna go for a ride?"
• "In this weather, Gerrit?"